It’s another edition of Friday Night Frights, and for this one, I really want to draw your attention to one of my all-time favorite scary stories. Have you heard of the Goatman?
There are Goatman legends in quite a few parts of the country, namely the Pope Lick Monster in Kentucky, the Lake Worth Monster in Texas, and the Goatman of Maryland.
But I’m not talking about those.
I am from Oklahoma, so Native American folklore has always been pretty fascinating to me. I grew up around Native American burial grounds, and there have been more than a few arrowheads found around my childhood home. Since I’ve always been a horror junkie, these circumstances have fueled my imagination ever since I was little because – well – burial grounds = dead people = ghosts.
So when I came across Anansi’s Goatman Story a few years ago, I immediately fell in love. If you haven’t read it, I suggest you go read it now…unless it’s still daytime. Wait until night for a better effect.
In my opinion, this version of the Goatman is the most terrifying. This story just speaks to me. My house was near the woods, so I have little trouble imagining myself in the same situation. I can remember so many fun times with my friends out there in the forest: camping out, having sleepovers with late-night treks through the trees, and telling so many scary stories that every snap and crackle we heard became a monster. I can’t tell you how many times my friends and I were alone out there at night.
Thinking about hearing strange jabbering noises coming from the dark woods while you’re helpless to do anything, smelling something so out-of-place it puts you on edge, and realizing one of the people in your group doesn’t belong – well, that just creeps me right the hell out. But in an extremely good way.
Because of the popularity of this story, other internet storytellers have hopped on board the Goatman train. And I love every story I read. There have been stories on Reddit’s No Sleep and Creepypasta that have a similar vibe, and I hope they keep coming. Just check them all out.
So what’s your favorite scary story?
My favorite scary story is about an alpha wolf attacking me while camping in the woods (with friends). It was scary knowing that wolves lived in the area that I did, but right next to a haunted forest was even more scary. To this day I don’t tell anybody about it.
Turns out the forest was called “Goatman Forest”. It’s funny now, but I still have scars from the attack. PS I have seen the goat man before at three in the morning his face just showed up in my window. Ever since that night I have slept on the second floor of my house, and padlocked my windows and door shut at night. Haven’t run into a wolf or goat man since.