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|A fictional story by
It was a bright morning at my sisters house and we were having
breakfast and her daughters were outside playing hide and seek. We got
breakfast made and we were calling them to come eat, when we
heard a scream. We ran out side and saw only Alissa. I asked,
"Were was Kayla?" and she said she saw her - then she ran. We looked and we found her in a tree
sobbing her eyes out. I asked her what was wrong and she said,
"I saw the Dogman." I said, "Your seeing things." She said,
"I read three books about the Dogman."
Then we herd a boom. We saw something plunging
toward us. We ran all the to the lake. Then two things ran faster and faster
toward us. I picked them up and ran through the lake. Then they swam after us so I got out of the lake and ran
across the rocks. We went home and I told Ellie and she spit out her food and laughed. Then she saw it out the widow. She locked eyes with it and screamed. Then it ran. We never saw it again.
|A fictional story by
I'm sitting in my basement on the computer just playing some games when
I hear banging and noises outside by our truck ( the computer's right by the driveway and
there's a window there.) So I think my dad is home.
I go upstairs to say hi and when I get up there his car isn;t there (he drives a car to work its just a truck for
hauling.) I just think " is someone out here?"
So now I'm a little freaked out. I hear the gate open up ( its very squeeky )
and I think, "oh no" so I duck under the table.
Then I hear this very loud clacking of nails on the deck on our back big glass window.
Then my dog starts growling. I'm trying to stay overall out of
sight. Then I hear this scratching on the window. I think, "
Whats going on?" so I peek over a little bit and there was a pair of sickly pale yellow/green eyes and a big dark shaggy form about 8-9 feet
tall. I am now freaking out! I manage to get into the basement again
and get my dad's rifle ( in case of emergency he says,) and get back up.
By the time I got up again I looked out the door. There's nothing but a few scratches on the door so
I call my dad and say I saw something. He said he'd be
home in about 15 minutes. I said to hurry. He got home in 10.
He said, "Why's the gate open and why do you have my gun?" so
I told him. He said he didn't know, but the scratches on the glass are still there and
to this day I can't forget it because I have to look at it everyday.
|Another fictional story by
Walking through the woods one day changed my life forever.
My friends George, Tim & I were walking in the woods looking for a cool place to make a creepy video and someone said there was a shack out here.
So we were walking around looking for it and by now it was getting around sunset.
Suddenly George says "What was that Tim?" and I look at him like,
'What are you talking about?' and he responds, "It was like a blur of black and a bit of yellow."
I said he was crazy - he said he wanted to go.
Then out of nowhere this tunnel forms in the ground. I then saw a sign that said " mining camp " and we could tell it was old and abandoned.
I said, "This is cool, it;s gotta be from the civil war or close."
I said we gotta go down there. Tim said, "I don't know."
George said, "No way!" I said, "Fine Tim, I
will film the video."
Then as we were going in,
George came with us and when we got down there it was black.
I luckily brought a lighter in case we got lost and lit a lamp we found.
So as we are getting deeper and deeper it's getting colder.
Then we hear a howl and we knew it was time to go. So then
I see a room and said, "Hang on, let's check it out."
I smelled a horrible smell. When I'm rounding the corner,
I see bones and bones and bones. Then I find the smell - a half rotten moose!
That's when we hear this gutteral growl and we turn and find ourselves face to face with this 8ft tall black furred creature with glowing eyes!
That's when we all run as fast as we can. I had noticed that there was a hallway
which had what looked like phosphorous veins. So as we are running
I throw one of my lighters as hard as I can at the wall and instantly it catches fire.
This stops the beast for a second until he jumps through the fire!!
Now that it's mad, it jumps and leaps on George! He screamed and we knew he was gone.
We then ran out of that tunnel and didn't stop until we hit a road.
We then ran toward town and didn't stop until we saw houses.
We then came up to someone's house to use a phone and call my parents.
After that we never saw George again. His parents didn't believe us and
tried suing but then lost when we were put against a lie
detector. We didn't counter sue because they had lost enough and
unfortunately they moved away. That was the last we saw of them and we never have gone back in those woods and never will.
|A fictional story by
Last year my husband and I bought a brand new Harley Davidson. A real nice one. As the motorcycling season in northern
Michigan was drawing to a close, Joe and I decided to take an evening
cruise up the tunnel of trees (you know M119). It was light enough when we started our
tour but got dark quickly in the trees. There is a section up toward
Cross Village that is nothing but forest on both sides of the road.
As we were riding through the twists and turns we could hear noises in the woods. Considering we could hear them over the bike they were pretty loud. It sounded like something running through the woods. Of course I had just finished a book about
Dogmen in northern Michigan so Joe said I was imagining things. I was pretty freaked because I kept catching shadows out of the corners of my eyes.
Finally Joe heard it too and slowed down to investigate.
That's when it happened. We were still moving about 30 mph and I let out a yelp. Joe must have cut the corner
too sharp because a stick hit my leg and there was a scratching noise from the back of the bike. We blew it off until we got to
the Legs Inn.
When I got off the bike my chaps were slashed.
There were 4 evenly spaced slashes just above my ankle and the fender of the bike looked like a dog had clamped its jaw down on it. Whatever it was just barely nicked my skin but it hurt for weeks.
|A fictional story by
This event happened when I was about 14 years old. My family lives in Manistee County and I have always lived in that area. I had heard about the legend and the
Dogman but I had always thought that I was just some crazy Halloween horror story. Well, after this happened, I changed my mind about the
Dogman. My house is in the middle of the Manistee National Forest so it is supposedly in the middle of
One day, me and two of my cousins (Mack is 12 and Rick
is 11) went back to this really hilly area about a mile back in the woods. The area is
kind of weird because the rest of the forest around this part is all flat but this little area has several hills and in the center there is this wide depression in the ground which we call “The Crater” because it looks like a small meteor had hit there. The crater is about 3 feet deep and is in a oval shape. It is about 100 feet long and about 40 feet wide. Well the day I went down to the crater with my cousins, we had brought some fireworks along because my mom didn’t like the noise around the house. When we got to the crater it was about 9 P.M. We started lighting the fireworks but soon it got too dark to be able to see the wicks to light them. So we packed up the fireworks and stared walking back toward the house. Then, I don’t what made me do it, but I turned around to look back at the crater. Just as I looked back, I saw a tall, dark figure rise out of the crater. One thing I remember was that it had two giant ears sticking up on its head so that’s how I knew it wasn’t a human. The first thing I thought was that it was dad trying to scare us but then it leaned its head back and let
out a horrid screeching howl, kind of like a wolf’s but more deep and
scratchy. When I heard this I dropped the bag of fireworks and took off.
My cousins didn’t see the creature but heard the howl and figured if their older cousin had just dropped his bag of precious fireworks and took off, then It probably wasn’t a bad idea for them too either. From where we started running, we had about a half mile to run to the house. All the while we ran I heard rustling sounds behind us and sometimes heavy footfalls snapping branches. It was getting closer! Luckily we reached the edge of my yard just as the noises seemed right on top of us. We kept sprinting
until we were on the porch and then we turned around but couldn’t see anything in the dark woods. Then, just as we were about to go inside we heard that same horrible howl but this time it was right on the outside of yard. We scrambled inside and that’s the last I saw or heard of the
Dogman. A couple weeks later I drove back there on my four-wheeler and put up a trail camera that overlooked the crater. After about a year I had gotten no photos of the
Dogman but there was this one picture that made me wonder. The date was 9-26-97 and it was at 11:48 P.M. There is nothing to be seen but on the other side of the crater there are two glowing things in the dark that look like eyes, they are yellow and the eyes are standing about 7 feet off the ground…
|The Rock Creature from
Ariel (posted 4/7/09)
One day that I happened to be at my dad's house I was in my brother's
room with him and that was where it started. We were sitting on his bed watching TV and playing the play station
when we heard a bump in the closet like something fell.
I said, "James what was
Then he said "Ariel to tell you the truth I don't know.
You stay here while I go and check it out". Since the door was cracked a little bit it opened by the cat named Fuzz.
She jumped on the bed with me, and laid on my lap while I petted
her. All of a sudden James grabbed a stick he had in his room and the door shut all by itself.
I was so freaked out by then. Then after about 3 minutes James started to hit something that was a
blur to me.
"James," I said " what are you
He said he was hitting something that looked like a rock and had glowing yellow
eyes (which I could make out quite fine)" All of a sudden the
blur moved behind the TV and TV stand and started to ram into the
TV. While the rock creature was doing that, right where I was sitting it felt like something hit the bed from underneath which caused me to move up with the huge bulge. James was all the way across the room wondering what had just
happened. As I started to cry from being scared, my dad knocked on the door and could not get in so I said
"coming." I opened the door or at least tried to but it would not budge so I started crying harder as I yelled, "Dad we can't get out and you can not get in and there is this rock creature trying to kill
"Stay here, I will go call the cops!" he
yelled. That was when all of a sudden the lights turned on and the door opened. I was so
relieved. Still as the days pass we occasionally see and hear the rock creature. IT is very
|This one's a FICTIONAL
story by Ryan:
One oddly silent night I was hanging out with a group of my friends in northwest Michigan. We usually hangout every weekend and do things that get the adrenaline pumping. Everything from launching fireworks at personal property to invading so-called haunted graveyards at midnight with only the light of the full moon. My friends and I are an odd bunch of kids (or so I have been told) who have been best friends since back in the good old days of elementary school. That night bonded us through fear and horror of what all but one of us experienced.
We live in the small county of Goldstream, which is flat farmland with some swap-like areas. We were cruising along the road when we pulled into the parking lot of a church undergoing construction. There were traffic cones signaling the areas undergoing work that we decided to take just for the hell of it. My friend Alex took five in his car and I took five in mine. Our plan was to go just outside the county
where it was desolate and mess with traffic with the cones we had acquired. On the drive there, we noticed that all the cows in one pen were huddled in the corner as if hiding from something, but we though nothing of it. Upon reaching our destination, we heard a far off howl, but because we were the adventurous
types, we shrugged it off thinking it was just a common timber wolf. OH! How wrong we were.
The fog was very thick at this time of
night (around midnight I would say) and drivers would only be
able to see a few feet in front of them, and would not be able
to avoid any cones out in the road.
What a terribly clever idea I thought to myself as I
set a few in the road about 15 yards from each other. After the
very second that I had set the last cone down, we heard the
howling again, but this time it received our full attention.
This was mainly because it seemed a lot closer this time. My
friend Cody kept insisting that we should leave and that it
would be in our best interest to not have to deal with whatever
was howling. But our attention was drawn away from the howling
as we heard a car approach the area of road with the traffic
cones. After a few seconds of listening we heard the car come to
a screeching halt as it hit a cone. Knowing that we were in big
trouble, we ran farther into this swampy section of land. We
heard footsteps on the round and the rough sound of an older
gentleman say “damn kids!”
This is when it got bad. We knew the
old man had left but we could continue to hear footsteps, these
were much heavier and behind us. Cody said to make a run for it
but I must have confused “run to the car” with “Find a new
hiding spot!” As all my friends except for a boy named Mike
took a right, I took a left. I came to the edge of a murky pond
where I could hear something large splashing the water out just
beyond the visibility levels of the fog. At this point I had no
doubt that I was dealing with the DogMan of Michigan and I was
trembling as though I was in an earthquake. Mike and I had
curiosity get the best of us and we leaned forward a bit to have
a look. The dim outline of an extremely large man came into view
but this was no man. The yellow eyes were staring me down as I
examined the rest of it. I heard a small yelp and Mike had made
a run for it but I stood still, frozen with fear. The beast was
extremely hairy with a snout and fangs large enough to bite
clean through a man my size ( I was fairly skinny and 6’
tall). The one thing that really hooked me was that it was a
bipedal animal, standing on two feet. The beast's yellow eyes
continued to stare me down and I noticed that it began to move
in my direction. I then heard yells of my name. “Ryan!” I
heard “Ryan hurry to the car!” I was relieved that my
friends had not left without me but more alarmed at the beast
slowly making its way towards me. I ran like a Kenyan marathon
runner towards the sound of the voices and I could hear the
large splash of the beast exiting the water in my direction. I
reached my car and everyone was relieved to see me in one piece.
We jumped into the car and I gunned it
down the road. And just as we got moving the 7’ monster got to
the side of the road and clawed my car. Then it let out the most
bloodcurdling howl I can never forget. The worst part was that I
heard a return howl in the direction I was heading. Alex’s car
was in front of me and I saw it stop and drift around into the
opposite direction of me and I did the same when I saw a similar
beast ahead of me. As we drove past the spot where the first one
clawed my car, I saw the beast standing, just watching as we
It has been four years since we encountered this thing and I have not gone through one whole night without having a nightmare about the events that took place that day. We joke about it
occasionally but we mainly keep our thoughts to ourselves. Since that first encounter I have heard that call many a time and now I know what lies in the woods of Michigan in Goldstream County.
|Our next fictional submission
comes from Nolan Ricketts:
Legend has it that a Dogman lives in the mountains near Lake
Michigan and 2 boys were camping but they were not warned about
the Dogman. They went hunting in the night, 1 died and the 1
barely made it. The boy was never seen again. Some claim he has
turned into the Dogman, some claim he is the Dogman but we will
never know. The end.
Our first fictional submission
comes from Gus:
Charleston High School was decorated
with banners and lights for this year's homecoming.
Mark sat with his girlfriend Amy on the
bleachers above the football field. "I'm freezing"
said Amy. "Here, take my jacket" said Mark.
"Thanks" said Amy. At the end of the first quarter,
Charleston was losing to Belmont 7-0.
When the game was finally over, Mark
offered to take Amy home in his car. While they drove through
the night, talking about the game and school, Mark noticed that
another car had been following him for quite awhile. "That
guy has been following us" Mark told Amy. "He probably
just lives around my house and is going the same way." she
After Mark dropped off Amy and they
kissed goodnight, he headed home. Once again, the same car
started to follow him. Mark decided to pull over and see who it
was. As he pulled over, the other car did the same. Walking up
to the car, Mark couldn't see who was in it because of the dark.
then, the front window rolled down, and gaz! ing at him were two
glowing eyes, and fangs that dripped with blood.
In his frightened state, he took off to
his car as fast as he could. When he drove off, he noticed that
the car was no longer following him. As he turned back around,
he saw a man standing in the middle of the road. Without being
able to stop, Mark hit the man and sent him to the ground.
"I'm sorry, are you
alright!?!?" asked Mark. The man did not even speak,
instead he turned his head all the way around and stared at Mark
with the same glowing eyes. The man screamed at him, got up, and
began to walk to him. His head was cocked to one side and he was
moaning like some sort of zombie in a movie.
Mark got in his car and tried to start
it, but it didn't work. The man got closer to his car, finally
it started and the man disappeared.
"Mark?" whispered Amy's
voice. Mark whirled around and not Amy he found, but in the
passenger seat was some sort of wolf with yellow glowing eyes.
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