In the other thread some folks were talking about getting together to go out and fighting evil beings innawoods. Well /к/1 have a story about doing just that.

>Be 18 fresh outta high school no job, have all summer to fuck around >joke with cousin about going out and hunting monsters
>after much deliberation we decide to go looking for nasties.
>we tell our parents we’re going on a camping trip
>cousin finds a few guys with spooky stories on the internet, a select few are down with us coming by to have a look
>Not really expect anything, but pack up sks and a few hundred rounds of chink surplus ammo
>My cousin, his friend James, and I hop in my cousins truck and head up to the upper peninsula, since we had two leads from that area.
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>first place is a joke, dude suspects a baddy of some sort is tormenting him
>Shit is just coyotes
>Next day head to next place
>now shit gets serious
>landowner dude tells us story about how he and his friends were camping way back in the woods and that he was stalked by some sort of humanoid near an old abandoned house innawoods
>landowner leads us out to the place, packing a 30-30
> the forest seems unusually silent, we set up camp
>that night I wake up to the sounds of shooting
>Jim is outside with his Mossberg shooting into the dark
>says he couldn’t sleep and saw something scurrying around on all fours checking out the camp

Michigan

>calm dude down, we sleep in shifts.
>next morning we find blood near the camp
>lf it bleeds, we can kill it
>eat breakfast and walk around for hours until we come to an abandoned house
>We decide to check it out
>Check out ground floor, and upstairs first, don't find anything but old furniture and shit
>we need to go into the basement
>basement is pitch fucking dark
>draw straws, I get the short one
>l have to go in first
>on the third step down a gut wrenching scream rings out from the basement.
>l fall on my ass from fright, and slide down a few steps before catching myself
>a humanoid figure on all fours is bounding up the steps, it has dark brown skin, and razor teeth
>try to shoulder sks
>it gets a few steps infront of me before I can shoulder my weapon
>Cousin hits it with .357 fucker is hardly phased
>l kick it, knocking it back just enough to shoulder my sks and magdumpthe thing
>After much convulsing the thing stops moving.
>and I shit you not, the thing turned to dust It turned to dust right in front of my god damn eyes.

the fucking thing was screaming the whole time, it was unlike anything I had ever heard

>we let the landowner know what happened and we left >we don't really talk about it anymore.
>sometimes while I work, or go to school I get the feeling that I was born to protect people from things like that.

I haven't gone looking for monsters since, but I feel like working, and going to college is a waste of my time, and that I was put on Earth to hunt these things.