Yellowcreek

First off, I'd like to say that this is a true story. I made an account just to post this, as I've been meaning to for awhile now. I'm putting this on creepypasta because it seems like one and because I don't really know where else to put it, but I want to get it out there. You know? This story won't be as creepy as some creepypasta, but that's because I don't have free roam to freak you out. I'm going to stick to the facts, and the fact that all of this actually happened is pretty damn scary in my opinion.

Johnstown, PA. Some date in January or Febuary 2011, 4:00AM-ish:

My name is Adam. At the time of this event, I was 18 years old.

Earlier this day I had met a new friend. A friend of a friend really. I'd always heard about him from my friend Brosnan and he swore to his awesomeness. Brosnan and I were on our way to soccer and I was to pick this friend up. His name was Eric, and we became friends extremely fast. After soccer we all went back to Brosnan's house and a friend that I had been having a disagreement with showed up unexpectedly. Upon seeing each other we hugged and made up. His name was Brett.

Brett showed me his car he had gotten the license to drive while we weren't talking. A nice red Eagle Talon (google it) with a lot of bass in it. To celebrate Brett and I making up, he suggested that we just drive to nowhere special in the middle of the night. I agreed, and we took along Eric because Brett had already been friends for awhile.

We drove to a town 45 minutes away because our town sucks, and went to Wal-Mart to dick around. After that we went to the next town over, and went to the Wal-Mart there because yet again there was nothing interesting. We headed back home after awhile and eventually ended up on some dirt road with no street lights and no other cars at all. We felt kinda lost until we saw a sign for Yellowcreek, a big lake with a campground around it. I was familiar with it because my family had had a few family picnics around the pavilions set up around the campground. Brett and Eric were familiar with it for whatever reason too.

We came to a point where there was a horse shoe shaped pull off with a dock leading to the lake. I'll post a diagram. Points A & B and the black dot will be explained:



We decided to stop for the hell of it, even though it was about 4 AM. If you look at the diagram, we pulled in on the right side of the horseshoe and pulled up to point A with the car facing the frozen lake. We went out on the short dock and poked the thin ice with sticks. It was kinda cool because the water would re-freeze really fast. After awhile Brett and Eric wandered over by the car at point A and were talking. I was grabbing big sticks from the tall grass right next to the dock and tossing them out to the thicker ice to see if it would break.

After tossing a fairly large stick pretty high up, and I was watching it come down, I heard Eric and Brett yelling "GET IN THE CAR!" over and over with my name tossed in a few times. Without thinking about it, I spun on my heel, flew into the passenger seat of the car, and Brett peeled out past point B, and continued off the left of the diagram. Brett was flooring it. I expected to look over and see Brett laughing and say "Dude, a cop was right there!" or something, but instead, his usually dark, lebanese face was white and terrified with his eyes locked on the road. I looked back and saw Eric looking freaked out.

After a second I just yelled "What?!?!".

"Didn't you hear that?!?!" Brett asked, still watching the road.

"Hear what?" I asked demandingly.

He just replied "That explosion." having lost most of the panic and volume in his voice.

"How didn't you hear that?" Eric demanded of me.

After asking what happened a few more times I had gathered that to the immidiate right of the car about 5 or 6 feet away (the black dot on the diagram) there had been a crazy loud explosion with no known source... That I didn't hear for some reason. After Brett had slowed down a lot, I let curiousity get the best of me.

"Well we gotta go back." i said matter-of-factly.

"No." Brett said dismissively and defiantly. In Brett fashion, he reconsidered in a few moments, and turned around. Eric had no objections.

We eventually got back and parked the car at point B with the headlights shining toward the area of the explosion sound. Although I had heard nothing, I felt out of my comfort zone, because I could see genuine fear in Brett and Eric's faces in the car, and I knew this was no prank on me. I had a pocket knife in one hand (never go into a dangerous situation barehanded) and a flip cam in the other. Eric was on my right with nothing in his hands, and Brett was maybe 8 feet ahead, moving a inch a minute, with a powerful maglight. Eric and I were maybe 8 feet from the car. I picked up a handful of gravel and after warning my friends, I threw it high above the source of the explosion so that it would rain down all over the area and stir anything there. Immidiately after releasing the gravel I turned to Eric.

"Do you wanna hold the ca-" I said. I was going to say "camera" when I was cut off. The biggest and loudest sound I've ever heard hit me right in the front. I felt a physical shockwave, my shirt tighten against the front of me and my hair blow back. I turn my head to look and see Brett passing me up on the way to the car. I turn to look at Eric and he was already flying into the car. I spun on a heel and sprinted to the car, getting there in what mustve been less than a second. The passenger door was open and waiting for me i put one hand on the top of the door and made the mistake of turning around.

I can't fully comprehend what I saw. I know it was big. Like really big. BIgger than a telephone pole. It was taller than the trees it was in front of. It had some sort of head definately, and something on top of its head. I dont like to say horns because it makes me sick to think about. Its body was very wide, probably a little wider than the car was long. On the sides of it there were some sort of appendages moving around near the top. The moon was right behind it and it was bright, so I only could make out its silhouette, and the headlights didn't clear the top of the high grass which it was in. Oddly enough it made no sound. 0%. All of my senses were running at 1000% from the adrenaline but none of us could hear a thing. Yet it was moving in a way that it would have to make sound. It swayed left to right, rather fluidly, and twisted those appendages so unnaturally.

Needless to say, I was pisspants terrified. And so were Brett and Eric. I could hear their screams at the top of their lungs. At the time I couldn't concentrate on what they might have been screaming, but I know I heard my name and "car" which I imagine was demands to get in the car. The big dilemma was that I couldn't. The moment I layed eyes on that thing, my body locked up like my joints fused. My fingers dug into Brett's car door (the flip cam's strap was around my wrist), splitting fingernails, my teeth clenched to the point of bad pain, but I couldn't move. My eyes widened and I couldn't breathe.

I wasn't unaware that I had to, in fact I wanted to move then more than ever, but I was paralyzed. To blame te paralysis on fear would be logical, but I don't believe that it was fear alone. I've dealt with a lot of unnatural thing in my life and I've built a tolerance. I'm not saying that this shouldn't have scared me, but not to the point of paralysis. Something extra was striking fear into me. Some part of me that knew there was more to be afraid of other than my instinct to be afraid of big unknown beings. Something was telling me that what I was seeing was bad.

After a big mental/physical battle, I slowly pulled my frozen frame into the car. Even when the door closed, my skeleton was trying its damnedest to return to its original frozen state, pressing against the door, trying to return my spine to a standing position, and my legs too. I don't remember leaving that spot, but I remember the constant screaming and panic from Brett and Eric as we broke the speed limit double over hauling it out of there. After a few seconds my skeleton relaxed and I silently sat and listened to the panic. I looked back to see Eric shaking his head and yelling something I didn't understand and Brett yelled he "saw its eyes" several times and he yelled he saw horns to nobody in particular. At that point I noticed Brett's hands covered in blood (this frightened me more, but later I learn that he fell.

After we made what mustve been 5 miles in a minute and a half, Brett stopped in the middle of the dirt road, opened his door, and threw up out the dor. At this point Eric was done yelling and we were asking Brett if he was going to be ok. He said he was, although we sat there for waht mustve been 5 minutes of Brett throwing up out the door. After all, he was closest and saw most, even if I had the paralysis experience. After awhile Brett asked the golden question.

"What was that?" surprisingly quietly and flat.

After some discussion and more of the "What was that?" question, Brett and Eric informed me that the explosion there was the same as the first, and that Brett's hands were bleeding from falling. We all sat in fear, frustration and silence. I was especially mad because my flipcam hadnt been turned on yet. I dont know how I was expecting this to go down, but it wasnt on and I forgot about it as soon as the explosion happened. Speaking of which WHY didn't I hear it the first time? Theres no way in high hell I couldv'e missed that if my ipod was on on full blast. Either way, my proof was gone without video.

All of a sudden, I went a little insane and again said "Well we gotta go back."

Eric muttered a "No." from the back seat and Brett said very surely "No." but again in Brett fashion, he came around.

"I dropped my flashlight..."

Nobody said anything.

"My mom got my it for my birthday." I thought that was a weird birthday present.

Brett just said "Alright" and did a K turn. Eric kept quiet about this to my surprise. After a much longer drive back than out, we pulled in at the same spot, lights shining on the high grass, even though it didn't help last time. Me and Eric stayed in the car, filming while Brett got out and slowly crept toward his light. He came back before he got it, out of fear. After all, he dropped it right by the grass. We backed out, and drove in the other side of the horseshoe, stopped a bit further away than point A, Brett ran out, grabbed his flashlight, hopped in, spend up to point B, turned around, and we waited and watched.

After showing the camera "What it did to his hands" as he described it, Brett yelled out the window something like "I don't know what you are, but can you show yourself to us and not hurt us?" I turned to him and said "Dude, don't ask it." I just meant not to ask it for anything. As far as Christianity goes, you dont ask bad things for anything, and I wasn't ruling that out. I couldn't rule anything out.

I gues saying that put creepy ideas in Brett's head. He said "Let's get out of here." or something, and we left. We only slept at home once it was light out. Brett still was throwing up.

Once we rested, we visited Brett's uncle Dave. Dave is a big Grizzly Adams kind of guy, and is familiar with weird shit, and apparently was once a priest. We explained to him what happened and assured him that none of us were on drugs or drinking, as we never do. After some consideration, he said to us that he thought we had seen a boar. I don't know what kind of gigantic boars taller than an elephant that explode he's seen, but I don't accept that for a second. However, he did say that because the ground in this spot wouldv'e been so close to the lake that it would've been moist and perfect for making hoof prints for a boar.

So we all crammed into Brett's tiny car and went back during the day because we werent going back at night. We also took our friend Josh with us. We arrived and I got a bad feeling but kept my mouth shut. The first thing that we immidiately noticed was rather unnerving. In the spot it had been, all of the tall grass was layed down in a perfect circle away from the center. All pushed down perfectly and neatly. We told Dave to look, and he did for awhile, and didn't say anything. He walked around the area, scouring it for boar prints, but the ground was fine. Which in itself is disturbing, because something that huge would have to leave footprints. Also, in the horseshoe area to drive on, we found a single charred thick stick that hadnt been there the night before. Dave looked around for a good while. After awhile he said to "Come on" and we all piled into the car.

Before we pulled away, Dave said "I don't want you boys comming out here again. This wasn't no boar, and it wasn't anything natural. There's a lot of things in this world that we don't understand that exist just to hurt you, and I think you boys found one. And maybe we can't see it right now, and maybe it can't see us, but I think it's still there, so lets go." And with that we did go, and havent gone back.