19 Terrifying Tales Of Urban Legends Coming To Life

via Flickr - Moyan Brenn
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I’ve tried to forget this for years. In high school my buddies and I used to country cruise in the backwoods to a spot called “Witches Cove” It was a small valley surrounded by woods next to a one lane cobblestone bridge. Rumor had it devil worshipers did rituals under the bridge.

We’d been there dozens of times to smoke and drink without seeing anyone, but one night we pulled up and there was a bonfire in the valley. There were people dancing around the fire and jumping thru it. Some were naked. We got out and approached them, thinking they were partying. One guy walked up and addressed us all by our names, but we didn’t know who he was. He asked “do you believe in God?” We all shrugged our shoulders and said yes. He laughed at us and said we better leave.

Being immediately creeped out, we got in the car and left. My buddy sitting in the passenger seat jumped and screamed “wtf is that” pointing next to our car. It was hard to see because there were tall weeds growing next to the road, but it looked like someone was crawling on all fours next to our car going 35-40mph. It was so fast it passed us.

We were flipping out and we eventually came to a stop in the road. As we were about to stop, we saw the same guy who approached us at the bonfire, standing by the stop sign smiling at us. At that point, we did about 85mph all the way back to town. One of my friends was so scared he went home and had his folks call their pastor to come over and pray with/for him. Of course, everyone at school said we were just high or drunk. Even my own folks didn’t believe me.

I tried for years to rationalize and make logical conclusions about what happened, saying I was drunk, or it was a dog crawling by us, or it was a different person standing at the stop sign, but it still gives me goose bumps remembering it.

2. The Hitchhiker In The Old Suit

So, I had a football coach back in high school who was also one of my teachers for a semester. He told us one story that freaked us all out pretty bad.

He had a coaching job at a small college in Montana when he was a lot younger and newly married. He said that after practice one evening, he was making his long commute home, and the route ran alongside just fields and fields of hay, grain, whatever. Since it was late summer/early fall, it wasn’t even approaching dark yet. His car was an old beat up truck with just a bench seat.

Anyway, he’s driving along when he sees a hitchhiker on the shoulder. This being back in the day and in small-town Montana, my teacher pulled over to let the guy in without a second thought. The man was described as wearing a really old, outdated style of suit. Not quite a zoot suit, but styled in a similar, baggy way. He also had a big, stylish hat. This guy looked like he was out of the 40’s, and “sort of like a pimp”. My teacher thought it was weird that he was so overdressed, it being super hot out. But maybe that was the only clothing he had.

So the guy gets in next to my teacher without a word. Teacher asks him where he needs to go, and the guy just points forward. Teacher drives on.

Later, my teacher tried talking to the guy, just trying to make simple conversation, but the guy wouldn’t speak or even acknowledge him. He just pulled his hat down like he was sleeping.

Out of nowhere, the guy just tips up his hat, looks out the window, and says “Stop the car, Now.” My teacher pulls over and lets him out, not wanting to offend a possibly crazy man. The guy stands on the side of the road for a second, and then at a dead sprint, just runs off into the field beside the road, until my teacher couldn’t see him anymore (granted the crop was fairly tall). He waits there for a while, thinking maybe the guy had the runs or something and didn’t want to shit next to the road. After a long enough wait, my teacher gets back in the truck and starts to accelerate back on to the road.

The thing about really old trucks is that they don’t accelerate very fast. As my teacher got back on to the road, he looked in his rearview mirror to check for a safe merge. But there wasn’t a car in sight. What there was, was the hitchhiker, on all fours like an animal, running (crawling?) after the truck at an inhuman speed. Meanwhile, my teacher is beginning to fish-tail as he attempts to go faster. The whole time his eyes glued on the mirror, watching the man chase after his car.

Eventually, he was able to get up to speed and lost sight of the guy in his mirror. When he was able to stop at a gas station to use a pay phone, he called his wife at home to tell her the story, and to lock up the house. She thinks he’s just messing with her, and he had been talking to her coworker about the hitchhiker. When he asks why she would think that, apparently at her office in the town she worked in, one of her coworkers told her a story of the exact same thing happening to them. And it is a well-known urban legend in that town. She thought it was just folks playing with the new girl at work, who had to drive home alone at night.

Anyways, my teacher assured her that he was not lying, and she evidently believes him and can vouch for her side of the story, because she showed up to one of our fundraisers and I asked her about it.

So yeah, now I just avoid lonely roads in Montana.


In the Northeast U.S., there’s a story about Woodspeople or Man-o-woods. When you’re driving along a road in the woods and catch a glimpse of what looks like a person in the corner of your eye, but when you look directly at it it’s gone, they say you might have encountered a man-o-woods.

They are masters of camouflage and can sense when someone looks at them. They come to a halt so you can’t sense any movement. It’s speculated that they wear bark, mud, moss, and grasses to blend in. They’re supposedly human, but extremely simple-minded; barely verbal. They’re very small in stature and avoid contact with civilization mostly. Nobody knows where they live or congregate, but they usually move on if there’s too much activity around.

They’re also peaceful. Around some farmlands, they will do very simple chores at night or off in the distance. They may sweep a barn floor or stack some wood, but anything more complex is beyond them. They do it in exchange for not bothering them as they sleep in the barn for a night or for some bread and vegetables left out for them to find. They’ve never been known to steal or kill animals or livestock.

4. Easily Eight Feet Tall

Once I was in a truck I’d just bought, four-wheeling with friends up on a mountain in Appalachia. We were hanging out at a lake up on the mountain. You needed a serious 4wd to get there, a stock vehicle just wouldn’t do it. Something big comes rolling down the side of the mountain across the water from us, and there’s only one way in, and we’d been there for hours, so we knew nobody else was there. This thing cut a path maybe ten feet wide. It didn’t hit the water, but stopped at the edge. It started making its way slowly around closer to us, but we couldn’t tell what it was. We got back in the truck, feeling uneasy.

We got to the end of the road to the lake and back to the main trail when I noticed something was walking behind us. One friend wanted to shoot at it, but I told him to buckle up. Hauled ass down that road, got up to about 50, and the thing would sometimes run on two legs and sometimes dropped to four. Chased us for miles. We went all the way across the ridge, down to the next lake overlooking the next town. It finally stopped but I didn’t slow down until I was remotely close to civilization. When we stopped, had a flat tire, had to change it and the other tires had big chunks gone from where I’d been going fast over rocks. We were scared to death. It was white, the silhouetted shape of its head almost resembling a wolf, but huge, easily 8 feet tall when it stood up. Couldn’t tell if it was hairy or not, never let it get close enough.

My dad laughed and said “you’ll see all sorts of crazy shit up there” and told me his own stories about hearing things yell and unexplained things on the bank. Never seen anything like it before or since, that was about 99.

I started here, parked at the X and it initially came down the hill about where the O is. The lake was a lot lower then, they have built a new dam much higher and raised the water level since then. I didn’t stop until I got to here, even driving on a blown tire because I didn’t care, just had to get away. It chased me all the way until I turned onto High Knob Road.

5. A Deer On Two Legs

This story relates to the Wendigo. A bunch of friends and I were out one night to do some urban exploring, hiking through woods, etc (what else is there to do when you live in bum-fuck nowhere).

We were walking up a hill towards a connecting public park that was just kind of an open field with walking paths surrounded by dense woods.

Standing on the edge of a tree line we looked out into the open field and saw what we all thought was a deer. Not that strange , deer are everywhere. We walk out into the field some more while watching the deer. As we get further out into the field this “deer” stands up on two legs and covers about 100 yards in what seemed like only a few strides. This freaked us the fuck out and we left as fast as we could.

Ive been in the woods nearly all my life and I’ve never seen anything like that.

6. The Poinciana Tree

I live in Northern Australia and everyone growing up in my town knows of the legend of the poinciana woman.

A quick google search will elaborate into the many variations to the story but the one I grew up to know is that of a woman who was raped by Japanese fishermen who hanged herself from a poinciana tree when she had discovered she was pregnant. She is said to appear as a beautiful woman to entice men; with long dark hair dressed in a white gown, and is said to be situated at our army reserve.

When I was around twelve, and my younger brother ten, he had been in his room and I was in the lounge room on the computer. He had come barreling out from his room screaming can you hear that! Can you hear that?! before dragging me over to the window.

There was a faint feminine moan/hum, we could hear it moving from the window we stood at, to the one across the room and back in a clockwise direction. The wind had picked up with the noise despite how still the night had been. The sound became so loud that we were on the floor covering our ears crying, when I’ve brought it up recently my brother agrees it was almost as if the sound had been in our heads. This went on for about ten minutes before abruptly stopping. No wind, nothing.

We found out the next day that our older siblings had been at the army reserve that night before they got home, had climbed the concrete pillars to the locked gun turret and had been “taunting” the poinciana woman before they left when they heard footsteps assuming it was security.

What creeps me out most is that not long after this happened, I realized that we had a poinciana tree outside of that window.



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