Don’t turn around if someone calls your name in Appalachia…

[tallglasscocoa]

Those are the same rules I used at work. If the supervisor calls your name or whistle. Don't answer. Don't run. Don't turn around. Don't go toward it.

[Healinghavenfarm]

Don't whistle at night . Don't turn around. Don't respond to a name call or greeting at night

[NPCHSN]

Introverts already know how to avoid interaction.

[DonnaHeck-zmwe]

I remember as a kid, going outside at night to get something from the car. I never heard or seen anything, but felt an evil presence, and if I stopped something was going to grab me, especially going up the steps (12 steps) my legs got so weak they barely held me up. But I didn't stop and I didn't look back until I got inside.

[ashh]

I heard someone say “Hey” while I was hiking and I look behind me and I hear it again but behind a tree. So I go to the tree to investigate and it was a damn crow that learned how to say “Hey”. 😂

[WVa]

I'm sure the mountain lions appreciate this.. "yeah, don't look behind you please" hehehehe

[thewoolycontacts]

I can never take these stories or suspicions seriously. Where im from, the people swear if you go into the jungle alone at night and dont ask our ancestors for permission, in a very specific way and in our language, they may not recognize you as one of their own. Then you are either attacked, or you get sick and could die. They say sometimes you'll feel an intense sense of dread and danger.
Ive forgotten to do this before while hunting and ive sat alone in the pitch black of the deep jungle to rest and ive honestly never felt more at peace and connected to the land around me. It was comforting. I guess it comes down to what the individual chooses to believe and their attitude towards these things. I tend to believe my ancestors mean me no harm and i dont need to speak to them in our language to be recognized. I tend them land, respect it and preserve it the best i can. Have never had a bad experience in my 31 years there.

[Scole]

I’m a city suburbs girl married to a country boy from Appalachian mountains. Whenever I visit there, it’s so beautiful just like a different world. What saddens me is that the people are so poor there and they have been exploited by big mining companies for generations. The poverty is heartbreaking. I know that the city folks look down on these people, but I find them to be kind and welcoming and just so genuine.

[bryguygolf]

People that live in the wilderness know the rules.
If it scares the shit out of you pump 12ga buck shot into it until youre not scared anymore.

[potatopossum]

ironically this is the exact opposite of how you should act to deter most real predators

[ChordataWax]

100% factual, and don’t acknowledge it. Stay on the trail.

[staciejune]

I live in and grew up in the Appalachian mtn.’s. I’ve always been a loner and I spent a lot of my preteen to adult teen life in the woods alone and yes I have heard my name being called on many occasions while riding my horse along old logging trails. I’ve seen and heard unexplainable things in these woods, crazy things.

[TheBestVirginian]

Life long West Virginian here. The further away it sounds, The Closer It IS

[monkzardo]

If you hear something, no you didn't. If someone says your name, no they didn't. If you saw something, no you didn't. You should never be alone. And if you think you are, you aren't. Always trust a person from the Appalachians when they say these are rules you live by in the mountains. And one last rule, trust nature, trust your gut.

[annamae]

As an Appalachian, this is kinda why we all have nicknames 😂

[lwilliams]

im from eastern tn/ky/va region of the appalachian mountains
Never turn around in the woods-
Never look back or even give credence to what you hear calling you- fuckin run
run as fast as you can to the light of home.
I’ve even had ones call- “mom” “mommaaa” sounding just like my kids
but knowing my kids aren’t with me

[emeliak]

I have a wendigo story from the Appalachian mountains in Virginia! I was probably about 5-6 years old, it's dark at this point and I'm standing around a fire pit when I got up to wander around and find sticks/rocks, whatever made my little heart happy lol. All of a sudden I heard a strangely familiar voice calling me from the dark woods, behind my great grandpa's shed. It sounded like my mother, who was NOT in my life at this point, so naturally, I went running to see her! Then I heard my great grandfather frantically YELL my name, and told me to get my ass on the porch which was 80 feet away or so. As soon as I started walking I heard and felt a breathy, low pitched, gravely growl right behind me. I was too afraid to turn around, but I'm damn sure there was a wendigo behind me!! I feel so lucky to be alive honestly! I grew up hearing and reading stories about those woods, that I was NEVER allowed to enter. I figured it was just because of the snakes, poisonous plants, etc. Now I know how many people went missing in those woods or had terrifying experiences!!

[xyonpeculiar]

Why do I look up stuff like this shortly before I go to bed?

[bpooboi]

Somebody call my name im gonna holler "yes big daddy?!"

[coreyduncan]

I’ve grown up in the Appalachian Mountains, constantly in the woods hiking, hunting, fishing all kinds of stuff day and night. I’ve heard about his stuff all my life but have yet to have any kind of encounter like this stuff. Maybe I’m just lucky 🤷‍♂️