>hard to sleep at night because of the heat
>three days go by
>we've done all the tourist stuff: fishing, campfire cooking, getting blitzed on shitty beer
>sometime in the afternoon we're walking a trail to see some cliff or whatever and we hear a deer
>I'd never heard a deer but the guy whose idea it was to go camping said it was a deer so I believed him
>sounds like some out of tune horn
>other deer calls at different pitches but one has this staccato-like punctuated quality
>it sounds sort of like "keh keh keh keh" and then back to the drawn out calls
>one of the others says she thought it said "gay"
>we laugh at her
>but I hear it too, and for some reason that makes me excited because now I can say to her, "omg you're right! I totally heard it!"
>cue to evening and we're walking back along this nice little river trail
>I lag behind because I'm a fat fuck
>tell the rest that I'll catch up
>I find a nice log and sit down to look at the lake
>watch the sun setting
>hear the deer again but it sounds closer, less echoes
>"gaaaaay keh keh keh"
>I crane my head around to look but don't see anything and go back to lake-staring
>makes another noise that sounds like "Kai" or "Guy"
>I turn around and stand up, walk closer to the trees
>there's no wind, no bugs, no noise and the silence feels strange enough to me
>sun nearly set
(cont.)

>hear a noise that sounds like it's coming from two directions like stereo
>sounds like someone playing a horn but also trying to talk
>"Huh hi"
>sounds insanely human like a girl or a child but with that "talking through a horn" feel
>before this, the most-scared I'd ever been was when I overslept a midterm
>this has me terrified out of my mind
>all my nerves feel like they're on fire or like I'm being electrocuted
>I think I screamed but all I remember feeling was a sense of intense dread
>I run like hell and pull a muscle but don't feel it
>thankfully the path is clear enough that my little LED keychain flashlight suffices
>get back to the campsite
>run past other tourists
>run back to the RV
>my friend and the others note how I look and asked what's wrong
>I stutter out a lie that I fell asleep and woke up with the sun going down and how I was scared I'd get lost
>I don't know why I made that up. Part of me didn't want to look like a crazy person and another part didn't want it to sound like a challenge.
>It's like when you're a little kid and say you're afraid of the dark, so your parents turn the lights off to show that there's nothing to be scared of. And I guess I thought they'd try to do the same? Go into the woods and drag me with them?
>I barely do anything the last two days.
>Every sound has me flinching.
>Feel like I'm being watched.
>Drink heavily to get rid of the anxiety.
>Even when I get home, I stay scared. I can picture something following me and actually do get scared of the dark.
(cont.)

>Decide to go see a therapist again.
>"What happened on the trip, Anon?"
>Parents won't leave me alone. Must think I was mugged or raped or something.
>Make up shit about being scared about the upcoming semester.
>Tell the therapist everything and how I lied to my parents, and she thinks that the thing in the woods IS the lie and I'm hiding behind it because I'm ashamed of being scared about school or whatever
>Insist that it happened, and she asks the same retarded questions about hallucinations etc.
>I stay scared for probably a year and a half and still don't know why.
>I don't even know if this constitutes a "skinwalker story" because I didn't see anything.
>I've only watched youtube videos, seen the deviantart-tier sketches of antlered humanoid monsters, and read the greens about /k/ommandos hunting skinwalkers with their mosins
>Also I've intentionally tried to not look up things because I still get jolts of anxiety.
Feel free to laugh at me now and call me a larper.