A Living Dead Night

Here goes. I live in Tennessee & it was a mild summer night, not horribly humid like it usually was. A good night to go downtown & meander, being in the energy of my small city. I’m always paranoid to go alone because there are strange things & scary people out in the world. I was aware of that then & even more so now.

I felt like I needed to get out & breathe some fresh air; As fresh as it can be for a city, anyway. I asked my mother to come along & after walking for a while, we happened upon some event going on in a park. There had to have been at least 40 people around. It wasn’t like a ghost town or anything. It was a lively energy, with the sound of drums, laughter, & singing all around.

After a few hours of being there, things started to feel off. I felt like someone was watching me. I wanted to ignore it but my gut wouldn’t let me; it was as if a hand was twisting my insides. I kept seeing a dark figure out of the corner of my eye just sitting by the tree line. A sinking feeling weighed my stomach as I realized it was real, & that I wasn’t hallucinating. My brain fought to reason that maybe it was someone who was homeless waiting for the right time to ask for spare change. But my gut wouldn’t let it go.

Not long after, I see a young girl. Pale skin, dark hair, bubbly. She was alone, wandering off by the trees. Where were her parents?

I watched as she curiously moved towards the dark figure waiting in the cover of the shadows. Hurrying, I found my mother & began to explain what was happening. She followed a few feet away as we watched the figure haltingly reach out his hand to the girl. She touched his finger tips as he walked forward into the light. Terror doesn’t quite cover what I felt in that moment, but it will have to do. Have you ever seen something go down that you’ve never seen in real life, & your brain just can’t process what happened? THAT is what happened. He was unnatural. His skin was a grayish violet color, the combination you usually see with a healing bruise. His clothes were dirty & ripped. Moving a bit closer, I could smell that he.. smelled like rotting flesh. Then he moaned. I stood there, mouth opening & closing like some stupid fish, rooted to the spot. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe or speak. Had his attention turned to me, I’ve no doubt I would’ve been injured if not killed. Suddenly, A man came from behind us & grabbed the girl away from this being. Afterwards, the dead fiend stumbled back into the dark. We didn’t see him after that, but we were more concerned with the girl & finding her parents. The father didn’t even seem to care that his daughter was almost taken by a perceived dead man.

The man who saved the girl later told me that thing was a zombie. He was dead serious that this was the living dead in the flesh. He mentioned that the homeless in the area sleep on the grave stones of the oldest cemetery in the city. & that as they slumber, they breathe in bacteria or fungi that zombifies their brains. My boyfriend believes me, but the rational side of him wants to believe that maybe the guy was on hardcore drugs. But he wasn’t there, & he didn’t see it. The readers can draw their own conclusions but honestly, after what I saw, I don’t doubt the mans claim one bit.

The Man at the Store

Bare with me, some of the memories are hazy, because this happened when I was in the seventh grade.

What we did that night was pretty stupid, but at the time we didn’t know how bad the situation could have been.


Onto the story


Me and another one of my friends, let’s call her Jordan, we went to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend. Let’s call this friend Carrie, the three of us were best friends. Also let it be noted, Carrie didn’t live in the best part of town, but hey. She was one of our best friends, we did the normal things that girls do at sleepovers, we watched YouTube videos. Carries mom made us food, we put on some makeup and took pictures of each other for fun. We were having a great time, until Carrie asked if we wanted to go to this little service station down the road from her house. Me and Jordan obliged.

We grabbed our coats and shoes and headed out the front door. It was probably two o’clock in the morning when we left. Not the smartest time for three young girls to be out walking to the store. Once we reached the store, we walked inside and Carrie bought us things she thought that we would like. Carrie paid and we walked outside. Jordan had opened one of her drinks and started sipping on it. She said it was really good, so we all stood there for a couple of minutes.

That’s when a man walked up to us, who looked like he could have been in his early fifties. “Hey, what’s a couple of pretty girls like y’all doing out here so late?” The man asked, me and Carrie just kind of stared at him and Jordan spoke up to him and said “oh, we’re just getting some late night snacks.” The man took a long pause before speaking again, “hey! How about you guys come with me and I can get you some more snacks.” Me and Carrie still stayed quiet as he spoke, Jordan of course kept the conversation going, “well, you could go inside and buy it for us.” She said still sipping on her drink.

The man shook his head “no no, you come with me first and then I’ll buy you some more.” At that point me and Carrie just stared at each other and did the most logical thing we could think to do. We grabbed Jordan’s arm and bolted back for Carries house, never stopping to look back.


Needless to say, don’t go out at two o’clock in the morning for snacks and don’t talk to strangers at service stations.

Creepy Hermit Encounter

        I live in Burlington, Ontario, a nice lakeside city near Toronto. This story happened to me during a school trip when I was in eighth grade. At my elementary school, which by the way was Catholic, everyone in grade eight would get to go on two trips as part of their final year at the school. One trip took place in the fall and was usually a religious camping trip that took place about forty minutes out of the city. By religious, I mean everyone had to participate in group activities that revolved around being a good Christian and teamwork, etc. This, of course, completely sucked as this “camp” was little more than a religion class stretched to three days.

        The second school trip always took place in the spring and was usually a trip to Ottawa for the weekend where we could explore the city and visit museums. For some reason, it was decided my year would instead take another camping trip (at a camp I will not name) about four hours away at Algonquin Provincial Park. The camp was on one of the many lakes in the park and was set up like your pretty typical summer camp. Cabins were spread out near the lake and partially in the forest and there were bathrooms and a mess hall in separate buildings. As you would guess, boys and girls shared separate cabins. The girls’ cabins were built on supports above the ground and were the ones closer to the lake. Our cabins were almost in the forest and built on the ground along a gravel road. I shared a larger cabin with about four other guys. Although our cabin was the largest, it was probably the least comforting. While the other cabins had actual windows and doors that would fully close and lock, our cabin looked like it was built from balsa wood, only had thin bug-screens for windows and a door that wouldn’t close. I should also point out that I had no experience with actual camping, as my family hates it, so this was a pretty bad first impression.

        This is where the “creepy” story actually starts. On the first evening, we were all gathered outside the mess hall for a fun night activity. The camp counsellors told us about a hermit that lived in the nearby woods. The activity was that they were going to take us into the dark woods in groups to see where this hermit lived. This kind of caught us by surprise as it was quite random, but intriguing at the same time. As you would expect, everyone was pretty much screaming as we were led deeper into the woods with only our flashlights, looking for this hermit’s house. When we finally came across this “house”, which was little more than a huge log with a makeshift bed, we were led back to camp.

        Although my group didn’t see anything, other people started talking about seeing someone creep around the dark woods. Someone in my cabin even said they saw blue, glowing eyes in the darkness. I shrugged it off, thinking the whole hermit story was made up by the camp to scare us, and the person in the woods was just a counsellor.

        Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of someone sprinting down the gravel road that ran near our cabin. At first I was startled, and a little creeped out, but then I thought it might have just been an animal. That was, until, I started hearing the gravel crunch around our cabin. It was very soft, but definitely a person. I was suddenly terrified. My bed was right beside the door that didn’t lock. An animal could have easily pushed the door open on its own and walked inside if it wanted to. There was also nothing covering the screens, so the person outside could clearly see in. I was ready to scream as loud as possible if someone entered the cabin. I had my eyes locked on the door, anticipating to see it slowly open. But it never did. The sound outside slowly disappeared into the woods. Immediately, I thought it must have been the hermit. I ruled out the possibility of it being a counsellor or teacher because it was at least three in the morning, which was an odd time to check on students. Surprisingly, I was able to fall back asleep a short while later.

        That was the only interesting part of the camping trip unfortunately. The rest of the trip was pretty dreadful. It rained non-stop for the remaining days and a few people from my class caught the flu from another school that was sharing the camp with us, so the bus was partially quarantined on the way back home.

        As time passed, I mostly forgot about the creepy encounter, giving in to the possibility that it was just a counsellor checking on us. The story doesn’t end there though. The following year, it was my younger sister’s turn to go on the same eighth grade camping trip. Just like for my class, she also had to go on the weird hermit expedition during the first night. Although she initially thought nothing of it, during one of the other days when she and a few friends were exploring the woods along the lake, she described seeing a small hermit-like person sitting on a log in the distance.

        I know this isn’t the scariest camping story to be told, but it creeps me out knowing that the hermit was indeed real, and that this camp thought it was “fun” to lead a bunch of kids to this random person’s house in the middle of the woods. The hermit also isn’t afraid to peek on unsuspecting campers in the dead of night.

It’s been almost ten years since this happened and I haven’t done anything camping related since.