Just because you walk around in your birthday suit in the middle of the night have conscious

doesn't mean you're a skin, walker.

But I definitely have a story or two today about some walkers of the skin.

Today's episode features monsters in the woods, monsters that cause PTSD and forest

rangers, and a prison that is probably, extremely, most likely, haunted.

Enjoy these allegedly true scary stories, and remember, when the apocalypse happens,

please don't come to my house.

If you have a story of your own, be sure to send it to us at darkstories.org, or darknessprevails.org

slash submit.

Now let's begin.

I have a friend named John, from RJB.

On May 19th and 2015, John came home a different man.

It was the night that haunts his dreams.

I knew him once as a bright, happy and kind man, but after that night, he was different.

John was a forest ranger in Arkansas for eight years.

He was six foot five, never got scared very easily.

He was a tough and rather, built guy.

And on that night, I had pulled into his driveway at around 10.30pm to pay him a surprise visit.

I lived in Louisiana at the time.

He hadn't made it home from work yet, so I figured he might have had to work later than

usual, as he'd said that it happened sometimes.

He didn't know I was coming, and I hadn't seen him in two years.

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