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Quoted: I was 22yo and I was out in the San Juan National Forest in Colorado all by myself, no one around for at least 10 miles(no shit). I had a topper on my truck and was sleeping on a mattress in the bed. I woke up to something, two legged, swear to God, pacing around my truck and breathing hard. I could hear the footsteps on the gravel around my truck and I was scared shit-less. I never sat up to look out for fear it would fuck my world up. That experience gives me goose-bumps to this day. Something was out there and it wasn't a raccoon.  Weminuche Wilderness, 12,000 feet, elk hunting. Something on a cliff above me caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. Turned around and looked, saw nothing. Ten seconds later, rocks were being hurled down upon me. I've never, to this day, come down off a mountain as quickly. Something had to actually throw those rocks because I could see them coming through the trees. Never went back there again. |
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I was 22yo and I was out in the San Juan National Forest in Colorado all by myself, no one around for at least 10 miles(no shit). I had a topper on my truck and was sleeping on a mattress in the bed. I woke up to something, two legged, swear to God, pacing around my truck and breathing hard. I could hear the footsteps on the gravel around my truck and I was scared shit-less. I never sat up to look out for fear it would fuck my world up. That experience gives me goose-bumps to this day. Something was out there and it wasn't a raccoon. Weminuche Wilderness, 12,000 feet, elk hunting. Something on a cliff above me caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. Turned around and looked, saw nothing. Ten seconds later, rocks were being hurled down upon me. I've never, to this day, come down off a mountain as quickly. Something had to actually throw those rocks because I could see them coming through the trees. Never went back there again. No cover fire as you made your retreat? I'd almost be tempted... but at the same time I wouldn't want to piss the sasquatch off 
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Lake Sag. Boundry waters, buddy and I were bear hunting.
We had been camped on an island for 6 days, no luck with bear but the fishing was outstanding. The sixth night still bothers the both of us. Not for what we saw or heard but what we did'nt!!! NOTHING!! No bug noise. no wind, could'nt hear the water lapping against the rocks, (even though tents were only 15' from water) No animals, NADA! It was so quiet it hurt, did'nt sleep at all that night and the 45-70 was a great comfort. Next morning did'nt take long to bug out. |
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Much of these mysterious encounters could certainly have been from human causes. Just because you are way out in the wilderness, its doesn't mean you are alone. Everyone says "there is no way someone else was out there" Well, YOU were so its obviously someone else could be. |
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I backpack quite a bit. Nothing ever really creepy happened. Just the normal night critters, coyotes, bears and such. One time I was back in BFE on the Shavers Fork of the Cheat. Quiet, no wind, about 2 am and some giant tree just decided to fall on the mountain above me. It was pretty impressive considering how quiet it was. If you hadn't been there its possible it made no noise at all..... 
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I was bow fishing one night with some buddies out on Dam-b. Its a very eerie part of the state. Cypress trees covered in Spanish moss coupled with long leaf pines and mixed hardwoods. The shallow waters are great for hunting big gar. Anyways, we were about thirty miles from the nearest town and had traveled up the river by boat another 30 to get to the good spots. I tell ya, you go back in these woods and you step back in time. Untouched by man and so damn unforgiving, its no surprise. It was about 11:30 P.M. when we entered the slough. There was no sound except for the humming of the trolling motor. He had decided not to use the generator and the halogen lights but instead use some rigged handheld 500,000 spot lights so we could hunt coons as well. Thats when we heard it. I was just putting a dip in when I heard the soft sound of music. Instantly, fear and confusion set in as I looked around. My buddies heard it as well and we could only listen, looking at each other for some sort of answer. No one could be out there, it was impossible. There were no roads, no way to climb the huge, clay cliffs made by the river. It was coming from the absolute wilderness. The tune was the most terrifying part. It was not a song anyone alive today would know. It sounded like it came from an old record player. It was scratchy and muffled with a woman's voice singing and it filled me with more adrenaline and fear than I have ever had in my whole life. I can only relate it to something from the turn of the century. By this time, Jake had stopped the trolling motor and we simply sat down and continued to listen. Its like we were in a trance. We know that back country and we know that this was not right. People never would have trecked through those marshes and woods to play a joke. Then the music simply faded away. We sat there in the dark, waiting for something to move, something to give its position away so we could put the lights on it. Whoever or whatever it was would have surely made noise in the swamp water. Nothing. Not a sound for thirty minutes. We felt after an experience like that, it was time to go. http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/Texan6326/Damb.jpg I have had a couple of unexplainables like that, one with a witness. To my dying day I will never know what it was. Didn't something like this happen in "The Things They Carried"? |
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I was bow fishing one night with some buddies out on Dam-b. Its a very eerie part of the state. Cypress trees covered in Spanish moss coupled with long leaf pines and mixed hardwoods. The shallow waters are great for hunting big gar. Anyways, we were about thirty miles from the nearest town and had traveled up the river by boat another 30 to get to the good spots. I tell ya, you go back in these woods and you step back in time. Untouched by man and so damn unforgiving, its no surprise. It was about 11:30 P.M. when we entered the slough. There was no sound except for the humming of the trolling motor. He had decided not to use the generator and the halogen lights but instead use some rigged handheld 500,000 spot lights so we could hunt coons as well. Thats when we heard it. I was just putting a dip in when I heard the soft sound of music. Instantly, fear and confusion set in as I looked around. My buddies heard it as well and we could only listen, looking at each other for some sort of answer. No one could be out there, it was impossible. There were no roads, no way to climb the huge, clay cliffs made by the river. It was coming from the absolute wilderness. The tune was the most terrifying part. It was not a song anyone alive today would know. It sounded like it came from an old record player. It was scratchy and muffled with a woman's voice singing and it filled me with more adrenaline and fear than I have ever had in my whole life. I can only relate it to something from the turn of the century. By this time, Jake had stopped the trolling motor and we simply sat down and continued to listen. Its like we were in a trance. We know that back country and we know that this was not right. People never would have trecked through those marshes and woods to play a joke. Then the music simply faded away. We sat there in the dark, waiting for something to move, something to give its position away so we could put the lights on it. Whoever or whatever it was would have surely made noise in the swamp water. Nothing. Not a sound for thirty minutes. We felt after an experience like that, it was time to go. http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/Texan6326/Damb.jpg If you were out there someone else could have been out there. An old recording means nothing. I listen to old music all the time. I love istening to old swing out in the dark while camping. I love when people telling these stories say, " there's no way anyone could have been out where we were." Oh really? lol. no, there was literally no way there could have been someone out there. It damn near impossible to be where they were. |
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I was camping along the Current River here in MO back in 1987 and heard something IDENTICAL to the "Pullayup Howl" that's first on that series of recordings.
I've heard a few other weird sounds but that one takes the cake. Oh-one night a buddy of mine and I were camping up in the middle of nowhere below Flagstaff, AZ and a Subaru came hauling ass down this VERY obscure forest road to our camp. The guy stopped about 30yds away and yelled to us, "Is this where the deer camp is?" We said, well, yes, it's OUR deer camp but we aren't expecting anyone else. He rolled his window back up and hauled ass off again. No big problem, except that we KNEW that the road he headed down had a HUGE hump in it and at the speed he took off at he would FOR SURE get some air. We didn't hear the crunch of metal and we didn't see his brake lights come on, either.
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Saturday night the wife came in from outside and said "I just heard what I think was a werewolf". I said "Coyote" she said "no, a long drawn out strangled sounding howl that didn't sound like any coyote and also the coyotes didn't answer like they usually do when a dog howls or barks"
I got up and went out. Sat out there about 10 minutes in silence (no yotes or anything calling). Just as I was about to go in I heard the sound she was referring to. My best guess is it was a bobcat as it had some of the scream sound that a cat will make but it also had qualities of a howl with almost a grunt sound at the end. Kind of freaky but I have seen sign of a large bobcat down around the pond about 100 yds behind the house. The dog was up under me while I was out there and he never barked. I don't think he wanted any of it. 
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In the late 1980's I was at Subic Bay naval base in the Phillipines attending a jungle survival course. I stayed in the Marine barracks. There were three US Marine security force companies that protected the base. At the time it had the distinction of being the only location in the world where the U.S. military was regularly conducting live combat patrols, in this case against the Communist New People's Army who regularly performed incursions into Subic and dropped mortar rounds onto the Charlie Company outpost in the hills. When I was there I overheard some security force company Marines talking about the "Red eye". Over the next few days I heard this term several times. I finally asked one of them about it. This is what he told me. Back then there were very isolated clearings in the jungle on the perimeter of the base where guard towers were located. Each guard tower was manned by a Marine with a rifle and PRC-77 radio. There was one additional Marine on the ground at the base of the tower. One night about a month earlier the Sergeant of the Guard recieved a radio call from one of the isolated posts. The tower Marine reported that he has seen possible movement in the jungle near his tower, The Sergeant instructed him to dispatch his ground sentry for a closer look. A short time later the tower Marine called back and said his ground sentry described what looked like a "Red eye" approaching the clearing from the jungle. A minute later the tower Marine called frantically and reported his ground sentry was down and his position was being observed. The Sergeant dispatched the Corporal of The guard with the security alert team in a Humvee and asked who was in the towers perimeter. The Marine responded he didn't know and that he could just see one red eye approaching his position. A short time later one last frantic radio call came in from the tower. The Marine screamed "It's climbing the fucking ladder". The Sergeant responded who is climbing the ladder. The last transmission from the guard tower was a screaming message "I Just See One Red Eye!". The radio went dead. A few seconds later the Sergeant of the Guard heard M-16 rifle fire from deep in the jungle. When the Security alert team arrived to the tower about 15 minutes later they found the tower clearing deserted. The floor of the tower post was covered in blood, bits of uniform, and several expended 5.56 cartidge cases. The was another spot near the edge of the clearing covered with blood next to a M-16A2 rifle laying on the ground. There was a blood trail leading into the jungle but no sign of the two Marines. At daylight Negrito indian trackers were brought in to follow the trail and search for the Marines. After a short time the trail just vanished. The Negrito indians said the demon that lives in the jungle took them. They had a name for it. I cannot recall the name but their legends describe it as a beast with one red eye. The Two Marines were never seen again. Talking to those Bravo Company guys huh? 
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not really scary for me, but it totally foked with my friends heads...
went on a camping/canoe trip with 6 other friends... of course i am packing a redhawk which gave everyone a great excuse to give me shit... same old stuff... "wut ya need that for?" "we gonna see a dinosaur?" "war gonna break out or sump'n?" "we are in the middle of nowhere..." first evening, camp is set, we have eaten and we decide to go out and follow a few deer trails that hit our clearing. we get out a hundred yards or so an the biggest fucking black bear i have ever seen goes lumbering across the path about 60 feet or so in front of us... never even looked our way. surprisingly quiet considering the fact he was basically trailblazing... you should have seen the looks on everyone's faces, it was frikin priceless... suddenly everyone wanted to share my tent, which of course was a "sorry suckers, no go" |
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My dad who is 72 now told us the story of when my grandpa was heading home from fishing They lived way up a dirt road in the Appalachian Mountains and this would have been about 1955. My grandpa walked just about everywhere he went and after a day of trout fishing on a Saturday about dusk he was walking about 2 miles from the farmhouse. At this point in the road it tops a hill and makes a hard right hand turn and back down a gradual slope to the creek and across where the farmhouse was. There is a steep bank to the right and thick trees on both sides of the road. My grandpa was making his way around the corner and ran into what he described as a tall man wearing a very bright robe which covered his face. He was startled but assumed it might have been an old German neighbor who lived nearby and was always pulling jokes on him. My grandpa yelled"Harry.. is that you?" "you son of a bitch!" the thing just stood there blocking his patch. After yelling several times for it to get out of his way, my grandpa took his fishing pole and just took a major league swing at the figure and when he did, his pole passed right through it. He took off at a good run, looking back occasionally to see it it was following him. At some point it was gone. My dad said my grandpa was an experienced mountain man and had been up against things before, but that night he was scared bad. |
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To keep the thread going I will post something that happened to my cousin. He and two of his buddies had a very remote hunting lease. There was one part that had some pretty thick growth that they would hunt together. Well one day they decided that they would walk through it at the same time but separated out so they could see what they could flush out. My cousin was on the end of the line and they took off. My cousin hadn’t gone too far and one of the guys suddenly appeared to his side and out in front of him. It pissed my cousin off. He started yelling at him demanding why he was so close and why was he out in front like that. His buddy wouldn’t respond and that made him even madder. The growth was pretty thick and it was starting to get dark outside but he could tell his friend wouldn’t even look him in the face, he just kept on walking, and this made him even madder. Finally my cousin tells him that he is lucky he didn’t get shot and at this his buddy cuts off straight away from him and disappears into the brush. Well they finally all come out on the other side and my cousin starts laying into his friend. His friend just has this confused look on his face, he tells him he never saw or heard my cousin. He then explains the line he took and it was impossible for him to get that close to my cousin. At first my cousin thinks that they are screwing with him and they think the same of him. My cousin then thinks about the clothes the guy had on and they are different than what he had just seen, then it hits them that there was an armed man in there with them. The closest person to them was supposed to be a good fifteen miles away and they didn’t see any other vehicles on the lease. Now here they are on the opposite side of this dense growth with an unknown armed man in there somewhere with their truck on the other side. They went around and got out of there ASAP.
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I was bow fishing one night with some buddies out on Dam-b. Its a very eerie part of the state. Cypress trees covered in Spanish moss coupled with long leaf pines and mixed hardwoods. The shallow waters are great for hunting big gar. Anyways, we were about thirty miles from the nearest town and had traveled up the river by boat another 30 to get to the good spots. I tell ya, you go back in these woods and you step back in time. Untouched by man and so damn unforgiving, its no surprise. It was about 11:30 P.M. when we entered the slough. There was no sound except for the humming of the trolling motor. He had decided not to use the generator and the halogen lights but instead use some rigged handheld 500,000 spot lights so we could hunt coons as well. Thats when we heard it. I was just putting a dip in when I heard the soft sound of music. Instantly, fear and confusion set in as I looked around. My buddies heard it as well and we could only listen, looking at each other for some sort of answer. No one could be out there, it was impossible. There were no roads, no way to climb the huge, clay cliffs made by the river. It was coming from the absolute wilderness. The tune was the most terrifying part. It was not a song anyone alive today would know. It sounded like it came from an old record player. It was scratchy and muffled with a woman's voice singing and it filled me with more adrenaline and fear than I have ever had in my whole life. I can only relate it to something from the turn of the century. By this time, Jake had stopped the trolling motor and we simply sat down and continued to listen. Its like we were in a trance. We know that back country and we know that this was not right. People never would have trecked through those marshes and woods to play a joke. Then the music simply faded away. We sat there in the dark, waiting for something to move, something to give its position away so we could put the lights on it. Whoever or whatever it was would have surely made noise in the swamp water. Nothing. Not a sound for thirty minutes. We felt after an experience like that, it was time to go. http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/Texan6326/Damb.jpg well i'll be dam..... late 80's maybe early 90's camping at dam-b late november wake up to the sound of a church group singing around a campfire, whole group of them playing guitar and belting out songs sound like they are right across the water from us. but its 4:30am step out of the tent looking around and nothing not a person in site...its just not the place a group would be few minutes later it was like a switch was flipped and the music stopped mid song. I know sound travels across water like crazy but still it was not the time or place for it.. wasnt creepy just very weird in high school we rode fourwheelers and took trucks out on the pipelines and highlines. got a truck stuck late one night and got the distributor wet in another. so we decided to wait for morning light to walk out for help. cold wet and nasty muddy we made a little fire and just about falling asleep when a big ass hoot owl starts calling maybe 10 feet up in a tree sounded like he set the entire woods off. scared the mess out of me for a few seconds. same pipeline same story sitting around a campfire telling lies. when a herd of cattle come busting throught the woods all around us. went from pure panic to dying laughing in 5 seconds flat |
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Quoted: Much of these mysterious encounters could certainly have been from human causes. Just because you are way out in the wilderness, its doesn't mean you are alone. Everyone says "there is no way someone else was out there" Well, YOU were so its obviously someone else could be. In my case, it's called Wilderness for a reason. We rode horses and mules for six hours, and hiked straight up another thousand feet to a bowl that was 12 miles from the nearest fire road. If you think that's a place to randomly meet someone, you've been smoking a doobie or three. Not only that, the rocks were coming from three separate locations directly up a sheer cliff, at least at 13,000 foot elevation. You think mountain climbers were up there tossing rocks at a guy with a scoped rifle? I've tried for years to explain that day, but nothing makes sense. |
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Quoted: Quoted: The creepiest thing I've ever seen happened to me as an adult, not as a child. I was born and raised in a little tiny mountain town in Northern California that no one has ever heard of (Pollock Pines) in 1966. My parents owned the only pharmacy there, and it was a great place to grow up. Times were different then. If your kids wanted to go out to play, you told 'em to be back by dinner. We were allowed to fish, and explore in the woods, the whole bit. It was a great place to grow up. Heavily involved in the outdoors and the Boy Scouts (Eagle, 4th one in my town). Whole summers spent on camp staff, or backpacking with friends (or with the scouts). NOT a stranger to the outdoors. I graduated high school in the next largest town over, Placerville (about a 20 minute drive on HI50) in 1985, and joined the Navy. Have lots of adventures, see the world, see most of the country, yada yada yada, and get stationed in 1994 at Travis AFB for a couple of years, which is cool because it's only three hours or so from home in my Scrambler. A couple of years previously, a chain pharmacy had moved in to town, and my father, seeing the writing on the wall, sold his pharmacy stock to them, as well as taking a job as one of their pharmacists (a good move on the chain store's part: small town of 3000 people get protective of "their" people). Mom and Dad used the proceeds from the sale of the store to buy 40 acres in the middle of nowhere, no power, no phone, couple of unpermitted barns (one converted to housing). Nice land––has a seasonal creek, big catfish pond, all on the southern slope––really great piece of property. Bordered on three sides by National Forest (Sierra Nevada) and on one side by the local lumber company, which used to be Michigan-Cal, but is called something else now. Up North of the property are two popular fishing reservoirs, Ice House and Loon Lake, where water is made more accessible for Los Angeles and surrounding area to steal. South of the property, the American River flows year round, occasionally washing the highway out when it gets all antsy. My parents have big plans on making this their new home (they had lived "in town", about a block away from the store they owned since '74). My Dad's an outdoor buff, too, and my mom goes where my Dad goes. They get good generators, put in a couple of propane tanks, and spend some weekends up there, but at this point in 1996, they're not living there yet. So, as both a great chance to get away from Fairfield/Travis AFB and as a favor to my parents, I'd go up on weekends I didn't have duty and sort of "watch" the place. I did this pretty much every week for two years. I loved it...Gold panning, shooting, a lot of maintenance and fire-prevention (brush clearing, etc)...but really? Relaxing. Fun. I'd pick up my parents dogs at the time, a Rottie and a rottie/Shepard/Australian mix, and they'd go up with me. I'd get done doing whatever I was working on, and then take a walk around the property while there was still enough light to see. You were inside at night––it was black as pitch out there at night without moon or city lights. The walks were cool, and I got to test out a lot of my equipment...Went through phases where I was trying to determine what the best working/journeying sidearm was, and how to carry it...the best long gun and how to carry it. At one point, I liked the Winchester 94s for the simplicity, but back then I could get a Garand (Blue Sky) for $295, so went with one of those for awhile, with a bipod on the end to keep the barrel out of the mud when I was chainsawing or slinging brush. That got to be too heavy to carry, so I switched to a Mossy 590, which I eventually dropped for lack of long-range effectivity (I was a sailor, not a soldier––don't make fun of me...effectively, I was playing), and ended up eventually with an AR15 HBAR that I'd picked up in OK while stationed at Tinker. I carried this African style, which is what the military taught me back when I had volunteered for security for a tour, and it only banged me up a little when I scrambled over the mountain. The night of this incident, I'd just finished doing whatever (I don't remember), but I was finishing the end of a "walkaround" before I went in for the night to the lower barn that was sort of set up like a house. It was still light out, but not bright––it was that dusky sort of light that is sort of orange and grey, and while bright enough to see very clearly, it was obvious that it was going to be dark very soon––like in ten minutes or so. Clear day, early summer, not too hot. Very light breeze, light clouds––the kind that are really pretty up in the mountains, and starting to turn orangey-pink from the sun setting down canyon. I'm walking the gravel road that comes from the top of the property where a great little artesian spring pumped out 5 gallons a minute or so (it fed the pond) and the upper barn (used for storage of Dad's equipment/tractors/etc...). I'm just passing the pond, off to my left, carrying that AR slung African on my left shoulder, handguard in my left hand to keep it from smacking me as I walk. I've got a SP101 in .357 in my right front pocket. My pants are a little damp from working, and I'm dirty, but happy––I loved being up there, as it got me away from my wife that hated the woods––and the weight of the sweat, plus the gun in my pocket tends to pull my pants annoyingly down every 40 steps or so. I stop where the gravel/mud road curves, and to where I can now clearly see the barn/house, and pull up my pants, making them more comfortable. I'm seeing the beautiful cloud patterns, the light breeze is feeling really good against my face, I'm pleasantly tired and looking forward to some cold fried chicken in the propane fridge, and I'm just really feeling calm and at peace. The dogs had been with me all day, and you know how dogs are––they explore. They were both tired, and the mix was actually leaning against me as I stood there after tugging up my pants, looking over this great scenery. The rottie was laying splayed out on the gravel in front of me, and I'm just looking around me, marvelling at how pretty everything was, checking out some old growth pine that had a really awesome looking granite boulder next to it...when the boulder stood up, turned around, and walked away. I swear to you, I'm not making this up. I was awake, wasn't thinking ANYTHING along the lines of "creepy", and I'm in home geography. Whatever this thing was, had been obviously watching me, and when I looked at it––looked right at it––it made the point of slowly turning around and walking away. No head, no limbs that I could see other than some sort of thick, trunk like legs, and I couldn't tell you how I knew it was watching me without seeing eyes of any kind, let alone a head––but I swear, it was. It waited until I was looking in it's direction, and then whatever the hell it was turned around and walked away. It took it's time, and was over the ridge line behind it and gone in about 8-10 seconds. It sauntered off slowly, sort of swaying. It didn't panic, or scatter, or bound off––it turned around and sauntered away. I stood there in shock. I was literally frozen. I don't want to say that I was scared, but I think I was...I don't know. It was still light, but now just dusky enough to where the shadows between the trees were dark black, and all I knew was that I wanted to be in. Inside. Inside somewhere with lights. I stood there, looking at the spot where this thing had walked off, and even though I had my hand on a loaded rifle with a full mag, I never even thought about using the gun. I just wanted to go, but I was afraid to move quickly...I don't know why. I think I cleared my throat or something, because it got Mellie up (rottie), and she came over and nuzzled my hand for love. I said something along the lines of "Come on, girls," and walked towards the barn/house, not looking anywhere else except the front door. I got in, shut the useless front door (made almost completely up of glass), and locked it...then put myself in a corner with two walls behind me (inside walls––couldn't stand the thought of being against an outside wall) and called my parents on this huge-ass Motorola bag phone we shared back then. I kept the dogs with me––mongrel in my lap, actually...I really, really needed something living there with me––and tried to explain to my Dad what I'd just seen. My Dad's already been drinking by this time, and I didn't want him to come up, and I guess I'm trying not to look like such a pussy (Dad? The boogeyman scared me! Can I sleep with you?) because I'm a grown man of 30 or so, and eventually tell him I just wanted to let them know that I had gotten spooked by something I couldn't identify. He laughed at me––not meanly––and told me that I wouldn't be able to stay up there anymore if I freaked myself out, and I laughed it off with him because he was right...but I still slept downstairs in the big room that night, with propane lights on all night. If you want to call that sweaty, feverish freaked out never-ending time "sleep". I was never in my whole life so glad to see the sun rise as I was that day. He and my mother came up the next morning, and we all went out to where I had "seen" whatever the hell it was. No tracks, nothing...and this thing was big. No hole where a boulder might have been, and neither of them ever remembered a rock being in that particular spot. I must have been hallucinating––it's the only thing that really makes sense––especially since neither one of the dogs that were with me lit up on this thing, and they lit up on EVERYTHING––including rattlers. I've never hallucinated before, and I haven't since, but it's the only thing that makes sense...but I swear to you, and will swear to anybody––I saw what I saw. The part that really freaked me out about the whole thing was how I fucking froze up. I didn't have to go for a gun––my hand was on a fully-loaded, round in the chamber, just click the damn safety off AR...and it never even crossed my mind to defend myself...all I could do was fucking freeze. And to be honest...my nights in the woods aren't always as comfortable now as they used to be. I do get a bit...weirded out sometimes. I never used to. Damnit. Parents still own the property, don't live there. Just got too old for it...Mom is 80, Dad almost there––and still working. Mom never got creeped out up there––she was inside when it was dark, and went to sleep to save gas. She got up when it got light. Dad had to make the 30-40 minute one way drive back and forth between work and the property, coming home late at night, and he's told me he's gotten weirded out up there before...but I don't know if he was just trying to make me feel better. I gave enough information out in this story so that anybody familiar with that area of the woods could almost figure out who I am. It really is a small town, to this day. Reprinted from the "Creepy" thread. I was just in Placerville last year for an Army's buddies wedding. Beautiful country. |
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Seen alot of creepy shit but the only thing I personally expereinced in the woods was out shining rabbits at night when I was a kid. Walking throught the trails I knew like the back of my hand since I spent many, many days scouting them. My headlamp battery went dead, but the moon was about half-lit so it provided enough light for me to make my way back through and get home, but not much more light than that. That's when I heard the footsteps. I could clearly hear what sounded like another person shadowing me about 30 yards behind me. When I walked it walked. When I stopped it stopped. I hollered to whoever/ whatever it was that I would shoot if it didn't identify themselves but it didn't stop and I didn't wanna shoot at anything I couldn't see. Since then I've talked to a couple people who have experienced the same thing. BamaShooter being one of them. |
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Quoted: Quoted: I was 22yo and I was out in the San Juan National Forest in Colorado all by myself, no one around for at least 10 miles(no shit). I had a topper on my truck and was sleeping on a mattress in the bed. I woke up to something, two legged, swear to God, pacing around my truck and breathing hard. I could hear the footsteps on the gravel around my truck and I was scared shit-less. I never sat up to look out for fear it would fuck my world up. That experience gives me goose-bumps to this day. Something was out there and it wasn't a raccoon. Weminuche Wilderness, 12,000 feet, elk hunting. Something on a cliff above me caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up. Turned around and looked, saw nothing. Ten seconds later, rocks were being hurled down upon me. I've never, to this day, come down off a mountain as quickly. Something had to actually throw those rocks because I could see them coming through the trees. Never went back there again. Should've brought Jacklinks beef jerky |
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I was living in CA in the High desert and I was working late
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I was bow fishing one night with some buddies out on Dam-b. Its a very eerie part of the state. Cypress trees covered in Spanish moss coupled with long leaf pines and mixed hardwoods. The shallow waters are great for hunting big gar. Anyways, we were about thirty miles from the nearest town and had traveled up the river by boat another 30 to get to the good spots. I tell ya, you go back in these woods and you step back in time. Untouched by man and so damn unforgiving, its no surprise. It was about 11:30 P.M. when we entered the slough. There was no sound except for the humming of the trolling motor. He had decided not to use the generator and the halogen lights but instead use some rigged handheld 500,000 spot lights so we could hunt coons as well. Thats when we heard it. I was just putting a dip in when I heard the soft sound of music. Instantly, fear and confusion set in as I looked around. My buddies heard it as well and we could only listen, looking at each other for some sort of answer. No one could be out there, it was impossible. There were no roads, no way to climb the huge, clay cliffs made by the river. It was coming from the absolute wilderness. The tune was the most terrifying part. It was not a song anyone alive today would know. It sounded like it came from an old record player. It was scratchy and muffled with a woman's voice singing and it filled me with more adrenaline and fear than I have ever had in my whole life. I can only relate it to something from the turn of the century. By this time, Jake had stopped the trolling motor and we simply sat down and continued to listen. Its like we were in a trance. We know that back country and we know that this was not right. People never would have trecked through those marshes and woods to play a joke. Then the music simply faded away. We sat there in the dark, waiting for something to move, something to give its position away so we could put the lights on it. Whoever or whatever it was would have surely made noise in the swamp water. Nothing. Not a sound for thirty minutes. We felt after an experience like that, it was time to go. http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q262/Texan6326/Damb.jpg well i'll be dam..... late 80's maybe early 90's camping at dam-b late november wake up to the sound of a church group singing around a campfire, whole group of them playing guitar and belting out songs sound like they are right across the water from us. but its 4:30am step out of the tent looking around and nothing not a person in site...its just not the place a group would be few minutes later it was like a switch was flipped and the music stopped mid song. I know sound travels across water like crazy but still it was not the time or place for it.. wasnt creepy just very weird in high school we rode fourwheelers and took trucks out on the pipelines and highlines. got a truck stuck late one night and got the distributor wet in another. so we decided to wait for morning light to walk out for help. cold wet and nasty muddy we made a little fire and just about falling asleep when a big ass hoot owl starts calling maybe 10 feet up in a tree sounded like he set the entire woods off. scared the mess out of me for a few seconds. same pipeline same story sitting around a campfire telling lies. when a herd of cattle come busting throught the woods all around us. went from pure panic to dying laughing in 5 seconds flat Its definately a creepy place. Still really beautiful though. Nobody really camps there anymore... |
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Well, not really the wilderness but the closest I've been... some woods at the city park in FL had some bums living in it. Didn't know which trail to take because when you are 10 years old they scare the shit outta ya. We'd walk through the woods from that park to another park and then back home. Someone would always throw a stick or rock into the brush and go "What was that?!?!!"
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Quoted: Then the only logical explanation is monsters or ghosts. Quoted: Much of these mysterious encounters could certainly have been from human causes. Just because you are way out in the wilderness, its doesn't mean you are alone. Everyone says "there is no way someone else was out there" Well, YOU were so its obviously someone else could be. In my case, it's called Wilderness for a reason. We rode horses and mules for six hours, and hiked straight up another thousand feet to a bowl that was 12 miles from the nearest fire road. If you think that's a place to randomly meet someone, you've been smoking a doobie or three. Not only that, the rocks were coming from three separate locations directly up a sheer cliff, at least at 13,000 foot elevation. You think mountain climbers were up there tossing rocks at a guy with a scoped rifle? I've tried for years to explain that day, but nothing makes sense. Your story is interesting, like all these stories are. I probably have a couple but have long ago written them off as mundane and because of that, they have faded out of memory. Sucks because at the time they were sure interesting, well to me anyway. Now I wish I cold recall them well enough to retell. |
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Never had anything creepy happy to me in the Wilderness however when I was little this episode of Unsolved Mysteries scared the shiz out of me! |
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Allright, here is one I have posted once before on this site a few years back, and I just decided it belongs in this thread too.
This story is something I came across in a book I read about Vietnam about 20 years ago. I don't remember anymore what book it was, but I think it was one of the late Keith Nolan's books. As you may or may not know, the people of Vietnam are very superstitious. This applies both to the ethnic Vietnamese who live in the coastal areas and the deltas and lowlands, and also the "Montagnard" tribes (Hmong and Bru) who live in the mountainous areas on either side of the Laotian border. I think this story involved the Bru, but I don't remember 100%. Anyway, a team of U.S. Army special forces was assigned to a small village of these people as part of the "Civilian Irregular Defense Group" or CIDG program. Their mission was to organize the villagers into a cadre or militia, and teach them how to resist terrorism by the Viet Cong and NVA. Since this particular place was near several high speed trails that were used by the enemy, the SF guys had taught the villagers how to construct a perimeter and defend it during the hours of darkness, when sentries were posted. One night, while the American SF guys were asleep, they were awakened in the dead of night by a high volume of automatic weapons fire coming from the perimeter around the small village. Needless to say, the SF guys first instinct told them that the enemy was probing the perimeter and the sentries had opened fire on them, so they grabbed their guns and gear and scrambled to the perimeter lines to reinforce the sentries on line. The sentries were firing wildly, burning up a shit ton of ammuntion, throwing a huge amount of lead into the darkness of the surrounding jungle. They seemed to be terrified by something. The American SF guys were cool heads though, and observed strict fire discipline, holding their fire until they had visuals on the enemy. And that was the problem - there WAS no enemy. The native sentries were firing AT NOTHING. Finally the SF team commander got them to cease fire and calm down enough to find out what the heck was going on. Then, the native sentries finally explained what was going on. One of them claimed that he saw "Panoah" - a supernatural demon that lived in the jungle and devoured men's souls in the middle of the night - and that is why he opened fire. The rest had just followed suit, being fed by the infectious terror spread by the first man. True story. |
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Creepiest thing I have had happen to me so far while in the woods was I had a bear lumbering down the heavily wooded hill I was going up. It must have been about 200 yards to my left and in front of me. I had my M91/30 shouldered, and I unslung is very quickly when I realized what I had just seen. Yeah, I'm a city boy.
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About 4 years ago, I was driving to see my girlfriend (now ex) who was attending Mizzou. It was about 30 minutes out of my way to backtrack from my house to hit I-70, so I took back roads for the first half of my trips. I had driven this route probably over a hundred times by this point as I tried to visit her every weekend.
One late afternoon, I was driving through a very small town with a lot of corn fields that sit around 50-60 feet below the road. I glanced over to catch the early stages of the sunset as the colors were brilliant. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted something out of place in the corn field on the right hand side of the road (the corn was probably around 6-7 feet tall at this time.). I quickly adjusted to get a better view and saw something very tall and dark walking through the cornfield. It passed right by the scarecrow in the field right before I lost sight of it due to the road. I kept my eyes on the road the rest of the way. I still don't know who or what it was, but it still creeps me the hell out. |
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When I was little, I'd say fifteen or so my ole man took me elk hunting. He dropped a cow just before sunset, and while field dressing it the knives we had dulled like they always do when cutting the hide. He sent me back to the truck to get my uncle who was to meet us there, and to get the other knives. It was pretty straight forward, walk the road until you get to the fence, cross the fence and the truck will be right there. Like many hunters my dad carries a couple of those old plastic flashlights that is barely brighter than a candle and nothing else. So he gave one to me to use on the walk back. Along the way the light would die like they always do, and require a good whack to get it working again. As I was walking my mind was playing tricks on me of course. Everything was going to kill me or bite me. So I started talking to myself as I walked. Trying to seem bigger than I was I used my deepest voice I could muster and kept saying things like "Don't mess with me, I'll kill you"and "I'm meanest mother fucker in the forest" I thought it would scare everything and everyone away from me. I was about half way when I must have spook a herd of elk or deer because all hell broke loose around me. Trees were breaking, things were running every which way. Totally freaked out and the light not really wanting to work I too took off running as fast as I could. As I was running I was screaming "I'm the meanest mother fucker in the forest! I'm the meanest mother fucker in the forest!" After I could no longer run I realized I had no idea where the hell I was, but I saw a camp. So I walked towards it. When I got there I was met with some strange looks as i had scared the hell out of all the people in the camp who had heard the random yelling coming from the darkness. They thought that who ever was yelling was still out there, and refused to let me walk to the truck by myself and instead gave me an armed escort the rest of the way.  |
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Not creepy but when i was around 18 me and several friends were out camping on state land about a mile from the house. It had some big power lines on it that ran into a city park. The area is around 70 acres with no fences just woods and the highline. We didn't have state permission to be there but the area had been trail cut by my brothers buddy about 15 years ago to ride quads. Nothing posted and never got given any crap when entering the area. We rode polaris rangers and yamaha rhinos so we widened the trails a tad and rode back there for years. I guess we started in 2004. Anyway, we could literally do these trails by moonlight and as we are camped in a thicket we hollowed out, we hear this pickup approaching. My buddy climbed a tree and could see it's just a 90's model chevy with the big KC lights up top. They start circling this thicket yelling that they are going to get us and trying to see the entrance.
Luckily, we had a very well hidden entrance and a trick escape route made up. We planned it so in case of a fast exit, the ranger could go through the back opening that we had made a false door on and other rigs could go out the entrance. Divide and lose the chaser. Well we were only in my ranger and had to book it out. We hit the highline for a bit and don't shake the pickup which is now chasing us yelling we are going to kill you. turn on one trail system and they stick with. Finally, knowing we had to lose them we took the tight trails that we weren't done clearing yet. We made it trough with only a little blood from branches but the next day we went back and found pieces of a headlight, couple KC's broken, 2 mirrors and part of a bumper. No idea who it was or how they saw us/ knew we were there. |
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I was in Mana Pools preserve in the Zambezi valley camping in the bush near the river.. Got up in the middle of the night to take a piss. I'm heading to the latrine when I shine my flashlight into the bush hearing some movement. I see multiple sets of eyes reflected moving around. It kind of freaked me out. The next morning there were impala tracks where I had seen movement.
Next night up again to take a piss. I see the eyes again but this time they are motionless and obviously tracking me. I make out at least 5 or 6 sets of eyes. I'm in the crapper thinking they are either gone or waiting for me to come back out. I come back outside and they are still there...watching me. Next morning I look where they had been and there was a bunch of hyena tracks. |
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Quoted: a screech owl busting loose close to you, in the woods at night, will certainly get your attention. if you've never heard one, it sounds like a cross between a cougar, and a woman that's been stabbed. scary as crap, if you don't know what it is.––possib ly what some of the above posters have heard. it's definitely blood curdling. I was going to say cougar to those who have heard the screams. They sound like a woman screaming bloody murder and will raise the hair on your neck even if you do know what they are. My story: Family has a "farm" (just woods now) of 172 acres in appalachian KY. It's been in the family since 1812 and there are dozens of ghost and haint and spirit stories about the land. Some are/were absolutely sworn to by credible folks. Anyway, I go camping down there a few times a year, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. We generally go to blow away the hill side. It is a spooky place when there alone. And I've been in plenty of different forests. This place is different somehow. So, I'm walking down the path headed back toward camp along about dusk. I'm armed to the teeth as usual. All of a sudden I hear a voice in a forced whisper and feel the breath on the back of my neck. It just spoke my name once, like it was trying to get my attention. It was so real and so intense that I spun around and leveled my FAL toward my six. Of course there was nothing there. Shrugged it off as my imagination. About a dozen steps further it happened again. Freaked me the fuck out. I don't know what it was. It must have been my mind playing tricks, but I've never had that trouble. I'm not supersticious and I don't scare easy. I've been in the woods enough to know that anybody who says they are a quite peaceful place has not spent nights in the woods. There are tons of sounds, all night. I love it. I didn't love that, though. I seriously considered packing up and goin' home but it's a 4 hour drive. It was a very bizzare experience. |
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a screech owl busting loose close to you, in the woods at night, will certainly get your attention. if you've never heard one, it sounds like a cross between a cougar, and a woman that's been stabbed. scary as crap, if you don't know what it is.––possib ly what some of the above posters have heard. it's definitely blood curdling. I go to sleep most nights to the sound of a fan and a screech owl. Fan is in the bedroom and the owl is just outside in the tree line. |
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My dad and his dad both swore up and down that sasquatch, or something like it, was very real.
My dad related one story seeing it once. He was driving home late at night on a road that ran atop a levy. He needed to take a leak, and this was in the middle of no-damned-where, so rather than wait until he found a gas station, he just pulled over and took a leak on the side of the road. As he was returning to his car, he looked up and saw something walk up the left side of the levy, pass through his headlights, and walk down the other side. He said that it appeared to be somewhere between seven and eight feet tall, covered with gray hair, and stank very strongly of rotting flesh. His car was a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle which had plenty of weight and power. He got back in, put it in reverse, and backed up about 3/4 of a mile. He then ran through the area at about 100 mph, figuring if that thing came back to get a piece, not even something that size would fare well against 70 Chevelle at that speed. My grandpa also was absolutely convinced in the existence of sasquatch. He would never tell us why though. There was something that happened to him that spooked him, which is bizarre, because this guy wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. |
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I was 22yo and I was out in the San Juan National Forest in Colorado all by myself, no one around for at least 10 miles(no shit). I had a topper on my truck and was sleeping on a mattress in the bed. I woke up to something, two legged, swear to God, pacing around my truck and breathing hard. I could hear the footsteps on the gravel around my truck and I was scared shit-less. I never sat up to look out for fear it would fuck my world up. That experience gives me goose-bumps to this day. Something was out there and it wasn't a raccoon. More than likely "The Gimp". Lucky for you he probably sniffed out someone else's cornhole. |
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a screech owl busting loose close to you, in the woods at night, will certainly get your attention. if you've never heard one, it sounds like a cross between a cougar, and a woman that's been stabbed. scary as crap, if you don't know what it is.––possib ly what some of the above posters have heard. it's definitely blood curdling. I was going to say cougar to those who have heard the screams. They sound like a woman screaming bloody murder and will raise the hair on your neck even if you do know what they are. My story: Family has a "farm" (just woods now) of 172 acres in appalachian KY. It's been in the family since 1812 and there are dozens of ghost and haint and spirit stories about the land. Some are/were absolutely sworn to by credible folks. Anyway, I go camping down there a few times a year, sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. We generally go to blow away the hill side. It is a spooky place when there alone. And I've been in plenty of different forests. This place is different somehow. So, I'm walking down the path headed back toward camp along about dusk. I'm armed to the teeth as usual. All of a sudden I hear a voice in a forced whisper and feel the breath on the back of my neck. It just spoke my name once, like it was trying to get my attention. It was so real and so intense that I spun around and leveled my FAL toward my six. Of course there was nothing there. Shrugged it off as my imagination. About a dozen steps further it happened again. Freaked me the fuck out. I don't know what it was. It must have been my mind playing tricks, but I've never had that trouble. I'm not supersticious and I don't scare easy. I've been in the woods enough to know that anybody who says they are a quite peaceful place has not spent nights in the woods. There are tons of sounds, all night. I love it. I didn't love that, though. I seriously considered packing up and goin' home but it's a 4 hour drive. It was a very bizzare experience. I grew up in the mountains of Southern California, and am familiar with cougar/mountain lions - what I heard in the wilderness in AR didn't sound like any cougar I have ever heard either. I can't discount the possibility of bear or cougar – since sound can do goofy things over distance & terrain, but it didn’t sound like any animal I’ve ever heard. It did sound a lot like some alleged “sasquach” recordings – but I’m not ready to go all muddydog over calls I couldn’t ID. It was still pretty darn spooky. |
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I wonder if certain people might be more "free' with some questionable stories, if this were posted in team... I absolutely LOVE these stories, and wish I had something more exciting to share... Below is my humble contribution...
While staying out at a friends place in Western VA, we had just grilled some fish, and bacon over an open flame and were enjoying a premium smoke, and decided to go for a late night stroll... We had all packed pretty decent weaponry, as we were planning on doing some shooting over the weekend so myself and a friend decided to carry sidearms and rifles w/ surefire's(AR's 10.5" and 14.5"), while another friend only carried his pistol, and a small LED penlight... We hiked back into the woods about 2-3 miles, in relative darkness only following the penlight, and the occasional burst from one of the surefires if there were any obstacles of any sort... Eventually we reached a small stream(8-10ft across and maybe 2-3ft deep), and decided to turn around, not wanting to get soaked and have to make the hike back... Well, the whole time we had been trekking I had been in the rear trying to keep images of the boogeyman, wendigo's, and skinwalkers out of my mind, and lo and behold and soon as we turn around and go back below a rise near the bank we hear splashing in the creek that we had just lost sight of... We doused the light instantly, and stood as still as possible for a few minutes, still hearing occasional noises... My friend with the light that was leading us suggested, "Let's just keep on going"... I looked in his general direction and whispered, "hell no, we won't keep going", "the last thing I want is that thing behind me while walking back in the dark"... We then crept to the edge of the rise, and lit up the area with our weapon mounted lights, and saw absolutely nothing...
We hiked the rest of the way back with no issues, and it was probably just a raccoon, or possum, or coyote, but deep down in my heart I know that it was a skinwalker...
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I went down in the woods on my grandparents farm today and nothing unusual happened Although my 91/30 and Glock 19 would have made short work of anything that tried to bother me.
I've been in the woods and mountains of North West Georgia my whole life and the only thing that has scared me was spooking a flock of turkeys or the occasional deer busting off through the brush. Although as a kid me and my brother ran into a couple of coyotes that chased our dog off and we ran like hell back to the barn, scared as shit
We had a bunch of beavers damn up our creek and we have a pretty good sized swamp down there now and I love walking back there and listening to the creatures at night. The most dangerous thing that might be back there would be a bobcat or maybe a mountain lion (our neighbor swears he saw a mountain lion back there last year) or some coyotes. |
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a screech owl busting loose close to you, in the woods at night, will certainly get your attention. if you've never heard one, it sounds like a cross between a cougar, and a woman that's been stabbed. scary as crap, if you don't know what it is.––possib ly what some of the above posters have heard. it's definitely blood curdling. I go to sleep most nights to the sound of a fan and a screech owl. Fan is in the bedroom and the owl is just outside in the tree line. Have you seen The Fourth Kind? yes wife and I both say "it is an owl that isn't an owl" when we hear it now |