So, this happened about a year ago, and I only witnessed about a portion of what occurred. The rest is from accounts by my friends. The asinine and illegal things we did in this story, I will not take accountability for. God, I love anonymity. Anyway, we’re a bunch of college students that have always had an affinity for road-trips. I like to think it’s a mode of escapism. As college goes, our bank accounts stopped accommodating trips around the east coast, so we took up camping instead. My best friend owns this land a few hours east of Scranton, Pennsylvania. We all elected to take this big camping trip by the end of the summer, and spent it preparing. We divided ourselves into two cars, split tents, food, drinks, ect among us. As we neared the spot, our GPS went out, so we relied on physical maps we brought with us. After an hour, we arrived at the site just about at dusk. We all unloaded our stuff, set up our tents, and built a nice bonfire: we delegated bonfire duty to one person and by God, he kept it lit the whole stay. The first night was fun. I got over the creepy ambiance of being in the middle of nowhere after 5 or 6 beers. We exchanged stories, pranked each other, and went to sleep. The second day, a group of my friends decided they were going to make the two hour drive to some hick town in order to get more firewood and snacks. I was in the group that stayed behind. According to them, they got lost in the morning fog, and ended up at the local store sometime after sunrise. After purchasing their stuff, they encountered a raggedy old man in the parking lot. Archetypal hillbilly: as hick as you can get on the eastern seaboard. He asks for a cigarette, they oblige, and then begins to berate them with questions. Stuff like, “What’s your name,” “Where are you from,” “What’re you doing here?” To the latter question, he is very interested. He asks where we’re camping and if he can stop by. They laugh it off, but he continues pushing. He says he’ll “hang out” with us, and doesn’t drop the subject, even as they’re reentering the car. By this point, they’re all too high to notice the guy hopping into his beaten-up, white pickup. In fact, they don’t think they’re being followed until they leave the paved roads and see him follow them onto the dirt trails leading back to the campsite. I attribute this to the drugs they were on, but they kept going back to the campsite. They said that they had no room to turn around and nowhere to go, but hey. Leading this guy back wasn’t good. Anyway, this whole time, I’m sitting at the fire, smoking, and have no idea what’s going on because of the absence of cell service. So, I see them rush back, hours late, and I say, “Where are the snacks, man? C’mon, where’s my breakfast?” They make a jumbled recounting of this guy that followed them miles back. At first, I think it’s another prank, but the fear plastered on their faces is palpable. They say he parked the car about forty feet behind theirs and watched them get out. I get the rest of us together, and we all decide to confront this guy. So, it turns out, he was coming first. We’re walking the twenty minute walk to the cars, and we see this dirty, old man in the clearing: holding a hunting rifle. We weren’t going to try and make a break for it or see what the guy wanted, so we decided to loop back around to the camp, and then try and make a wide arc to avoid him. So, we get back to the camp in half the time it took us to walk to the clearing and begin frantically packing our essentials in a high stupor. As we’re about to turn around and go, my friend points at that the bonfire is giving off a lot of smoke on account of all the leaves we used for kindling. So, it’s assumed that the guy can figure out exactly where we are. We stop our packing process immediately, and dip into the trees, running with reckless abandon to cover as much ground as possible. As we’re reaching the car, we hear gunshots in the direction of the camp. We get into our cars and floor it out of there. We reach a police station in the same town after making the same 2 hour drive to that town. We submit our report, even though we were clearly under the influence. They hold us at the station and send a car out to investigate. We’re sitting around, freaking out – more over the consequences of going to the cops high than the maniac, honestly. It’s late in the afternoon before the car returns and tell us what they found. The tents were both torn down and had shell casings and bullet holes in them. Aside from the food wrappers, they said barely anything was left behind. From our own accounting, the guy took our weed, our keg of beer, but also my friend’s wallet. We tell the police the latter, and he says they’ll continue to search around, but they didn’t find any cars around. We end up going home early, and my friend cancels his debit, gets a new ID, and we all haven’t heard anything since. Of course, the knowledge is still haunting that this psychopath knows who he is and, roughly, where he lives. I’m sure nothing will come of it. Nothing has, and it’s been a year. But I have no idea what this guy’s intentions with us were. What if he did catch us out there in the woods? What would he have done? We haven’t been back to that camping site since, but we do plan on returning this summer. It’s June, we’re going back in August: no drugs this time. We’re going to see what came of this, if the case is even still open. Regardless, I’ll update this as soon as we do.
For some background information, I really love the Summertime (mostly because I’m able to do a lot more outdoor-related activities comfortably like hiking, outdoor swimming, and especially camping). So when the Summer had arrived in 2005, I was already starting to plan a little overnight camping trip in a national forest a couple towns away from where Iive. It’s also important to mention that I do these types of things solo and that this was my first time going to that specific national forest.
I guess with this trip I was unprepared, because while getting there, I had realized that I forgot to bring a ground cover for my tent (since I didn’t use a tent with a built-in ground ground cover at the time) plus I forgot some other small things. But I was already more than halfway to the national forest, so I said “fuck it” and kept on going anyways since it was just going to be an overnight-er. Things didn’t seem better when there was also a lot of traffic on the highway throwing me couple hours off schedule.
On my way there, I kept on glancing at the sky and looking the sunset, it was already getting dark. After around 20 minutes of driving from the exit, I got to the mountains and there was nothing but trees on either side of the road, so I thought that I was already in the park. I did think to myself for a split moment how it was weird that I never saw any entrance signs for the national forest though, but my main focus was trying to find a good spot, any spot to camp for the night.
After around 20 more minutes of driving through pure forest, the road turned to gravel and I thought to myself “this had to be some sort of camping area, right?”. Looking back, I should’ve turned around there, but I was exhausted and a little stubborn by that point, so I was still deadset on finding some spot to camp.
I finally settled on parking near a clearing on a dirt path and set camp up there. When I got out of my truck, things had seemed pretty normal. The only thing that seemed out of place at the time that there were no other sounds except for the crickets and the sound of me setting up camp. No wind, no frogs, owls, not even the howl of a wolf, just the crickets and me. It was already getting late by that point (it was a little past 9) so I had dinner, sat around the campfire for a little bit, and then went into the tent to sleep.
I found myself woken up. I checked my watch, a quarter past 11. I thought I had woken up because my back was stiff due to me sleeping on the bare ground, but my back seemed fine. I came to the conclusion that I just woken myself up randomly and tried to go back to bed. But soon after closing my eyes again, I heard what sounded like a deep, raspy “rrrrRREEEEWWWww” far, but not too far in the distance. That was presumably what had woken me up initially.
I sat up immediately. “Now what in the Hell was that?”, I murmured to myself since this didn’t seem like the howl or growl of any animals I knew about. I went back down in my sleeping bag, desperately thinking to myself a logical explanation as to what made that sound. “Maybe it was an owl being killed by a wolf or something” was what I concluded.
After around 2 minutes of trying to fall back asleep, I was immediately jolted straight awake by that same shrieking sound, right next to the wall of my tent.
In pure shock, I immediately jolted up, bust out the front of my tent and ran straight in the opposite direction of where the thing was, not looking back and also not even catching a catch a glimpse of what it was.
I was running for only a couple seconds when I slipped down a hill (keep in mind that I was barefoot and also in pajamas). I tumbled for a couple seconds and then, once I stopped, I tried to keep as still as possible. “Maybe the thing didn’t see me fall” I thought, I didn’t want to give away where I was.
Then I listened. Nothing. I waited a little longer, still nothing. I peeked over the hill, trying to see as much as my campsite as I could in the pitch darkness. I didn’t see any of it. While, doing this, I also happened to noticed how there were no crickets chirping anymore. Pure silence. I didn’t hear any leaves crunching either which (to me) seemed to be the all clear that I can make a beeline for my tent, grab by pack-bag which had some miscellaneous stuff and my wallet in it, but most importantly my keys.
I knew I had to make this quick, so I tried to get to my car as quick as possible with making the least amount of sound, I cringed every time I stepped on a leaf or twig that cracked to loudly.
I successfully had gotten the bag and started opening it ever so slightly to get my keys. Once I had gotten the keys, I went over to the car, unlocked it, and turned the car on. Once I did this, I started to floor it out of there. I knew I shouldn’t have done what I was going to do next, but I took one look back at the tent.
Crouching down right beside the tent, was the thing. Even in the darkness, I could make out its features. It’s eyes were completely black, body covered with short white hair, and the overall body structure was barely that of a human.
I knew it saw me, because once I saw it, the creature let out the horrific screech that I’m all too familiar with now: “rrrrRREEEEWWWww”.
I punched the gas pedal on my car and never stopped until I got to a hotel a good distance away from that neck of the forest. I must’ve looked like a backwoods insane person or something when I came into the lobby all dirty and in my pajamas, but still got a room and immediately collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
I actually had a nightmare that night where I was looking at myself in the 3rd person, sleeping in my hotel room and then, the creature appeared at my window slowly and let out that horrific screech. I jolted awake to the sound of nothing but my own heavy breathing and the crickets outside.
Now this next part could’ve just been paranoia, but I think, sitting in the hotel room trying to fall asleep again, I heard that discernible screech off in the distance.
So to understand this story you need to know that I stay with my dad over the summer and both behind and in front of his house is woods but to the sides is neighborhood. It was my first night there and I was staying in my sisters room since I dont have one.
She started telling me a story of what happened to her friend and her. They where having a sleepover and saw mysterious red eyes outside the window. They went to go check it out and could only find that the flowers outside her window looked like someone had sat on them.
So this scared me since I was like 10 and had had many supernatural things happen to me. So I stopped sleeping in her room I slept on the couch but this didn’t help at all. So on just about the 5th day there I was going to sleep at 3am I always waited for my dad to get off work.
I hear a faint noise at the glass door in my house just inches from me. So being a curious, ditzy kid I go to check it out and I see nothing, I spent a solid 5 minutes looking before I did see the faint glow in the woods. The red eyes where piercing. I couldnt move I didnt want to move I felt paralyzed. It left though after such a long time of staring.
It didn’t end there though I used to escape the house and walk around all day so I was doing that in the early evening and it was just getting dark. I was almost home then I heard a rustling of bushs and turned to look at the woods right next to me. I almost cried when I saw those red eyes staring at me.
What was worse was the creature that owned the eyes it looked almost human and was very tall but slim. It stared at me and I stared at it. I would have stayed there forever if it hadent started walking towards me it was already so close I ran.
I ran the short distance to my house but said nothing about what had happened. I found this to be a mistake. It stalks me every time I go to my dads it scratches the windows and every night I hear a raspy voice that sounds like the wind is blowing it away say “let me in” I learned to live with it when I’m there I leave food out it eats everything from bread to raw meat.
I dont know what it is but as long as it doesn’t come inside or to close I think I’m fine just living with it for now.
When I was about 13/14 my parents, my aunt and my friends parents all wanted to go camping. As a teen I wasn’t a big fan of camping, or being cold and just found the wilderness boring.
So my cousin Martina who was 15 at the time and I were allowed to stay behind at her house alone together, we had friends visiting our friend Whitney, Mary and Monique. We did the typical sleepover stuff ate junk food, watched movies, and gossiped about boys.
At some point we decided that it would be a good idea to have a Saeonce. We set up in my cousins bedroom at the front of the house and began… Martina , Mary and Whitney proceeded to scary Monique and I a little bit, we figured it out and we all started laughing.
After awhile the scary game had been forgotten and we went back to our gossiping and joking around.
I fell asleep early that night and was awoken by the sound of a door being flung open in the room I was asleep in, and the other 4 girls screaming !
I jumped out of bed and the girls proceeded to say Whitney was acting strangely… making sounds, and she had grabbed a knife! We all got up and scrambled to the front door which was in Martina’s bedroom and then rushed out the door out into the light of sunrise. I thank god we lived on a rural town in Saskatchewan and no one was around to witness our hysteria.
We ran down the street with our crazy friend not far behind us (but far enough that we could lose her). We rushed down the street and around the corner and ducked into the post office where we laid flat on the floor scared and trying to catch our breath, as we heard Whitney calling out to us and her feet on the gravel road. We laid there for I’m not sure how long until we finally got the courage to get up, we peaked out and didn’t see her, unsure of what to do we looked around then heard her coming around the post office again.
– [ ] We ran down the road as quick as we could, we ran down the road and then right down another road, then went rushing down a back road in town and down into some woods to hide.. I can still remember the rocks, grass and sticks cutting up my feet.
As we crouched hidden in the bottom of the woods I could hear her voice coming from everywhere! And plugging my ears seemed to make it louder! All we heard was our names being called to come out and “play” and sadistic laughter, this laughter and taunting continued until suddenly it began to taper off with the sunlight. We hid in there for what seemed like hours scared she was waiting for us finally when we were able to muster up the courage to go back to my cousins house.
When we walked back into the house Whitney was there sleeping soundly in her pajamas.. her feet perfectly clean, while all the rest of us who were also barefoot had black soles.. I’m not sure what happened and to this day Martina swears it wasn’t a prank!
I never messed with the paranormal again Incase you’re wondering.
My friends and I usually have crazy sleepovers, we are constantly trying to one-up every sleepover, from nearly dieing of cardiac arrest because we wanted to make sword out of soda cans, to nearly burning down a tree during new years, to what I am about to tell all of you now.
I decided to host a sleepover with whoever would be able to stay. By arround 4, all of my friends started to arrive. First my friend, Mickays. To protect their identities, I’ll just use nicknames, then Lyneé, then Ry, then Lills. For the first few hours, we had dinner, walked to Bosa, a doughnut shop here in Arizona. Then went home and hung out, contemplating what we would do to beat all of the other sleepovers.
By 10 o’clock, Mickays was out and Lills was half asleep. We where on the cement wall that blocked my backyard from the alleyway. We where just talking when I had the bright idea to take a walk through the alleyway to my neighbourhood. Ry and Lyneé agreed. we would wait for my mom to go to sleep, then we would hop my back yard wall.
4 hours later, we where confident enough to go out. Lills would look out for us in case they woke up to check on us or take a smoke, as we where just taking a short walk, this would be verry unlikely, but if we where to get cought, I would be grounded for ages.
We are equipped with pocket knives and flashlights, since there is 3 of us and we are all females, we would rather be safe than sorry, one of us would have our backs, one would keep watch in front, and one would have a phone with a friend who knows what is going on. I would be in front, Lyneé would be in the middle with the phone, and Ry would watch our backs.
We finally hopped over the wall, and decided to take the long way arround. we had our lights on, knives and phone in hand we walked through the alleyway with one of our best friends on speeker phone. As we got closer to the end of the alleyway, we saw this middle aged man with a bag. walking to one of the garbage cans. in a panic, I whisper-yelled “put the flashlights down and shut up” we where only a few yards away from the trash can. The man looked arround everywhere, then put the bag into the garbage can.
This was odd in many different ways, you could go through a gate from your backyard to throw something away. This man could have thrown it away inside his house as well with another trash can. When he walked away, we ran the other way back into the alley. Lyneé was explaining what just happened to our friend on the phone. Then Ry shushed us, there was another man who was at the other side of the alley, this man had 2 trashbags that where not verry full. we hid behind the massive garbage bins. We where totally oblivious to the fact that the man was looking behind every single garbage bin. He looked behind the bin that we where behind. He dropped his bags and pilled his knife. our fight or flight instinct kicked in, instead trying to fight this man in his mid 20’s, we ran for our lives. this man decided to chase us, our friend on the phone had to go to the bathroom and left the phone in their room. we ran about half a block with this man trying to catch up to us. We turned the corner onto my street, there is this guy who lives a few houses down from me who has a crap ton of trees and shrubbery. we dove into the trees and waited for the guy to pass. Fortunatley he did just that. after he was out of sight, we ran to my house and didnt say a word to our friend on the phone. Lills was asleep and I thankfully had my keys, unlocked the screen door and regular door. we didnt get cought, but we sure as hell are not going to take a walk through the alleyway at 2 in the morning again.