Me and my brother have always been close, we decided to buy a house in a area with not many houses around only a few around 600 feet from eachother, and other than that a huge forest to every side basically, when we greeted the landlord he seemed tense but also relieved that we bought the house, he warned us that these woods were cursed, and to never open the windows at night, we just looked at eachother and shared a knowing look that told us that he was nuts, but we decided to listen to him, the first couple of nights nothing really happened, other than the normal bird sounds and animals making noise at night, so we never paid much attention to it. But after around a month of living there strange things happened, on some of the windows there were weird prints, like someone or something had been looking inside, we paid no mind to it, but we still felt a bit of unease, and later that night when we were sitting in the living room watching TV, we heard something, coming from outside, and we looked at eachother with a nervous glance, and thats when I decided to look outside from our kitchen window, to see if I could see what made the noise. But it was pitch black outside and I could barely make out the treeline. Thats when I decided that it was probably just a deer or something and i went back to the living room, to continue watching the show me and my brother was watching, but i could tell that he was still un edge about the noise. A few hours passed and we decided to go to bed, since the time was already 2:35 AM. And nothing else happened that night. The next morning when i woke up to get a cup of water I saw it, a faint hoove print on the kitchen window, and that was when I began to feel scared, but I knew i shouldn't say anything to my brother because he gets paranoid very fast. The day stretched out normally and my brother didn't notice the print. When it came around to dinner time at 6 PM we decided we didn't want to make dinner, so we ordered take out, to be exact we ordered two pizza's, and when it arrived an hour later we sat down to eat on our back porch. Thats when i saw something, something big.... It looked like a grey wolf, but that would be impossible since they aren't around out here, but the smell.... The smell of decay hit us like a storm, my brother asked me if i could smell it, and i said yes. and i said maybe we should go inside.... Thats when we heard it, a scream, it sounded demonic and almost human, but the tone and the way it sounded was not quite right, it sounded too inhumane and i just yelled for my brother to get inside the house, and we left the pizza outside we just hurried in and closed and locked the door behind us. We were both freaked out, and scared, and thats when we called the last owner that greeted us when we arrived on our first day. The voice on the other line was a Woman, and she said, "Hello, who is this?" and i told her my name and she just answered, "oh the new owner of the house with the forrest? What can i help you with?" and i answered, weird stuff has been happening here, yesterday a weird noise, and today a grey wolf and a demonic inhumane scream close to the house, what the fuck is happening here?. The woman handed the phone to the man who greeted us on the first day and he said in a hurried almost worried voice "DID YOU SMELL ANYTHING?!?" and i answered yes, the smell of rotting and decaying flesh, why? He took a while to answer but we could hear him breathing quicker and quicker, and when he answered a chill ran down my spine, he said, "i'm sorry i didn't tell you this when you arrived the first night, the forest. Its home to what everyone up there call "skinWalkers" they are running the forest, thats why i told you to never open the windows at night, they will kill you if you do. We saw a deer out there once, its face was gone and it was standing on its two back legs and that was when we decided to get the fuck out of there" i swallowed hard, dread washing over me, and the man on the other end of the line just said "may you stay safe and if i was you i would get the fuck out of there first thing at the break of dawn you are running out of time, if they grow impatient you are as good as dead" that was when the line went dead and i ordered my brother to gather his things, and that we were leaving first thing in the morning. That night after we packed our bags and turned in for the night we couldn't sleep the screams, and noises were too much, and then a loud thump on the roof, it sounded like something big landed on the roof, and then the noise of grunting and ragged breaths could be heard, it was loud enough to be heard through the roof, and the noise of hooves moving around up there, and after 30 minutes of whatever it was moving around up there it dissapeared, and so did the noises, and i finally fell asleep after an hour, at first light i was awake and i grabbed my things and went downstairs, my brother was no where to be found, and then i went up to his room, he wasnt there, so i called out for him but there was no response and i grew panicked and i tried to call him, and thats when i heard a faint sound out on the lawn in our back yard, my brothers phone ringing, and when i looked out.... he was laying on the grass, covered in blood, and his face was gone, and his neck was split open and bitemarks were all over his arms and legs. And his stomach was split open and his intestants were gone. And i broke down crying from his bedroom window and i noticed it was unlocked. I decided to call the cops and after they restracted his body i got the hell out of there and moved to another state as far away as possible.
This all happened 6 years ago, I still think of my brother, and I go to therapy, but sometimes i see him, outside close to a treeline, he always gestures for me to follow him but when i almost open the door the smell of rotting flesh returns.