The story was sent to the American explorer of mysterious creatures Lon Strickler. The exact location is not specified, somewhere in the US Midwest.
“It started a few months ago when our family moved to a new area.
Previously, we lived in the countryside, surrounded by fields and without forests. I was the youngest child in the family and my parents waited for me to finish school before moving.
This time, there was a lot of land next to our house, including forests, in which one could go hunting. The house itself was also very beautiful, built a century ago on a plot of 15 acres. There was a pond nearby.
There were no neighbors nearby and I enjoyed a similar "hermit" experience, spending all my free time in the woods. Being among the tall trees saved me the stress of studying and I loved this place with all my heart.
And then I began to notice various oddities more and more often. Once I am our partially eaten deer. The remains lay scattered on the ground in rotting leaves and a sickening odor that a predator had poured over them abundantly.
"They were probably coyotes," I thought, and from that day on I began to always carry a pistol with me. But every day I more and more often noticed other remains of killed deer in those places where I used to fearlessly walk.
The bodies of animals were as if deliberately mutilated and they were always accompanied by that oppressive and disgusting smell.
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Soon after, I stopped going on the usual short walks altogether. Even with a pistol, I didn’t want to risk meeting a dangerous animal that has the strength to kill and maim an adult deer.
But one day I heard him growl. It was at night and I decided that it was time for me to tackle this problem. At least install a camera there and see what kind of creature is wandering there.
With the camera venture, nothing came of it. I just dropped it on the way, when, in a fit of terrible panic from fear, I ran home. Every crunch of leaves and branches next to me frightened me to a cold sweat. But I didn’t drop the camera just out of fear, I dropped it on the rotten leaves when I smelled the same nasty smell very close.
It was definitely there, watching me, and then watching me run away. I did not see anyone, but I clearly felt his presence.
And so I ran away, and then again I heard this guttural sound, something like a growl, and immediately to my right a branch crunched loudly. I stopped and turned around and finally saw HIM.
It was a half-human, half-beast, he stood on two legs and had legs and arms that were quite human in shape. However, it was completely naked or bald and its skin was very dark, almost black.
The most disgusting thing was that on his face there were no lips at all and his teeth looked in all their horror. On the head, meanwhile, I noticed a few hairs, but otherwise the creature was completely naked.
The teeth seemed very sharp and the exposed gums were so bright red as if bloody (or so they were). Thick streams of saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth.
For me, at that moment, when I saw him, the whole world seemed to stop. And in my head two variants of my further destiny ran. First: I stay in place and it immediately attacks me and most likely kills.
Second: I can run as best I can to the house and maybe I will be saved. I chose this option and rushed through the forest. At some point, I turned around and saw that this thing stood on four limbs and was chasing me like a mad dog.
When I finally got to my house, I was filled to the top with adrenaline and locked myself inside without even trying to look out the window.
A month has passed since this incident, and during this time I never went to the woods again. I have exhausted all attempts to logically explain the existence of this terrible creature and I searched a lot on the Internet for his writing. I found it might be Skinwalker (Native American werewolf)."
According to Lon Strickler, the most likely unnamed man ran into what Canadians call the Wendigo or the hero of modern western urban legends called Flashgate.