This took place about 2 years ago. My cousin and I had gone out on a camping trip in the wood in royal Pennsylvania.
The nearest house to his was about 3 miles up the road.
His house was surrounded by wood. Him and I decided we were going to go about a mile or two into the wood and camp out. Little did we know that this would be the most Creepy experiences of our life’s. My cousin was 18 and I was 16.
My house brought his shotgun Because he said it made him feel safe. I didn’t have a problem with it whatever makes him feel safe. We started our walk through the wood at about 6pm.
The sun wasn’t quite setting yet.
We found the perfect spot and I started a fire while he set up camp. The sun was starting to set and so we decided to start cooking our dinner which happen to be hotdogs. I was cooking them when I started to notice faint footsteps coming from behind me. I could tell by the way the leafs were crunching that the animal had to have been a pretty large one.
I looked at my cousin with wide eyes. “ what what is it “ he whispered to me.
I put my finger to my lips and pointed behind me. I could tell he heard it to. He gestured for me to move so I slowly moved to the left closer to him. He grabbed his shotgun and loaded it as quickl and quietly as he could.
If you know anything about guns is there anything but quit.
The thing must have heard him and stopped moving about 500 feet away from us.
I could see the outline of it. It was at least 7 feet tall. It looked like it was covered with thick matted hair. I’ve never seen anything like it. It was weird. I didn’t feel fear. I felt like it wasn’t trying to put us in harm but just wanted to pass through.
My cousin lifted up his gun to shot.
I put my hand on the gun telling him to lower it. By the look on his face I could tell he thought that was a bad idea. The thing stood there for about a min and took off to the right of us.
My cousin proceeds to scream at me about me pushing the gun down.
I told him I didn’t feel like it was going to hurt us.
He paused for a moment. I could see his eyes growing. I knew there was so thing behind me. He still had his shotgun in his hand. I quickly laid on the ground so he would have a clear shot at it. He quickly pulled the gun to his shoulder and turned the safety off and fired three shots at the thing hitting it all three time.
I could tell he hit it because I could hear the thing growling as he did. It mad a almost coyote type howl but ten times as loud and took off back into the woods.
My cousin and I decided that we had enough of camping for the time being and we packed up and put the fire out and made our way back to his house. We had flash lights guiding us the way.
I felt like something was following us the whole time.
I could have sworn that I would hear footsteps every couple min but my cousin told me I was just paranoid. I haven’t gone camping since that day.