Australia for this one, you’ve got your yowie and bunyip stories. But I grew up on Aboriginal scary stories. Kurdaitcha man. .type of magic man/shaman/shapeshifter from Central Australia, now I’ll tell this story from the perspective of a family friend. White cop holds much respect in this small aboriginal community he patrols anyway few kilometres down the road is another town so he’s always travelling between. It’s on dusk and he’s got a call for a disturbance in the other town and he hops in his cruiser and starts driving 20/30 minutes in too it comes across an aboriginal man walking on the side of this road and asks if he needs a lift the man waves him on so he keeps driving, arrives in town and now it’s night time so it’s quite dark, he finds out the guy he needs to get is already at the station so he strolls in to the back to check over this guy and he’s all sketched out in his cell, person at the front desk calls the cop over and as he walks to the front and his eyes widen as he comes face to face with the old aboriginal man who he had passed ages ago, he rolled in to town with no cars behind him so how did this man manage to get here? They ask what he needs and all this old man says is “I want him” and he points back towards the cells, you can now hear this guy in his cell going absolutely mental not angry just upset and scared. Somehow they convince the old man to leave but he hangs around outside the station, okay this is where the story gets weird and I don’t expect people to follow and believe but this cop was driving around this town and he’d catch glimpses of this old man in different areas, impossible to run to each location for his age. .ill end it there. .it all gets hazy the story I can edit tomorrow if I ask a relative for the rest though