Posted: 7/17/2016 7:26:21 PM EDT
| I'll just post this in the creepy thread. |
| Worst fear I have while backpacking, especially remote places, is turning around at night with my headlight on and seeing some guy just standing in the tall grass looking at me. He'd be wearing clean, casual clothes and have no business being 10+ miles from a dusty trailhead. |
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My father and I were hiking one of the shorter trails through the Mark Twain National Forrest.
Typical spring day. Standing around I was comfortable in shorts and a t shirt, hiking at a moderate pace made you sweat a bit. We were probably an hour or so onto the trail when we met a family hiking together from the other way. An Arabic man dressed like a Muslim cleric sporting a turban and everything, his wife in a full burka, and their little daughter in long pants and a sweater. It surprised us, but we were polite & nodded at them as we passed each other. But the dude gave us a look of pure hate. I've been wandering MTNF for most of my life & it was the only time I've ever seen anything like that. |
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Riding dirtbikes 30 miles from where the trucks are parked, stopped for a drink of water and a snack.
We hear the sound of something coming through the undergrowth getting closer. We are about to bug out when two meth heads come stumbling through the undergrowth towards us. Out in the middle of no-fucking where. They stop and ask us where they are. 
We asked them why they were out in the middle of nowhere, they told us they were looking for the bear that stole their food.
Oh boy... 
They got a little irate when we told them no, we could not give them a lift back to their truck. We did give them a little of our water and some food, they took it and told us to "meet them back here" and we would get paid back. |
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You could hike the Iron Goat Trail in Washington. They say it is haunted.
Might have something to do with 100 dead in 1910. link Moaratwiki |
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I've been within 12 feet of a polar bear with only a layer on tent between us, chased black bears and juvenile grizzly bears out of camps, and been charged by a cow moose and dropped it 10 feet away.
All that for $50/hr, and now I'm in the Army. 
I miss Alaska and my old job. 
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During a training exercise in a remote area of Alaska, two of my soldiers reported that while they were on night watch they saw a ghost or something.
Both soldiers had night vision and it was very dark. One saw a male in civilian clothes walk to the edge of the clearing and stare at them. The soldier alerted his battle buddy who also saw the figure. They woke their chief and went searching and found no one, never heard a sound. No tracks besides their own in the morning. Who knows. |
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During a training exercise in a remote area of Alaska, two of my soldiers reported that while they were on night watch they saw a ghost or something. Both soldiers had night vision and it was very dark. One saw a male in civilian clothes walk to the edge of the clearing and stare at them. The soldier alerted his battle buddy who also saw the figure. They woke their chief and went searching and found no one, never heard a sound. No tracks besides their own in the morning. Who knows. Black rapids ghost 
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I took my dad's springer spaniel grouse hunting one day. We went up to the strippen above the house, walked around to a big hollow and up the side of the mountain to the top. The idea being to drop down through the low gap located there to the strippen on the other side of the mountain and walk back along it to the next low gap (just pass the hollow where dad's house was) and cut back over the top of the mountain and walk down to the house.
When we hit the remains of the old (grown up) county road on top of the mountain I headed out it. Part way across the top the dog locked up in the path in front of me and refused to move further. She was very alert to the direction on down the path and was sniffing and looking/listening. I walked past her several feet and called to her and she refused to follow me. She remained in that same spot. No matter how far I walked on down the path, no matter how many times I called to her, no matter how much I hollered at her and talked shit to her she just stood there smelling/listening/looking down that path. I finally got creeped out and walked back to her and tried to pull her forwards and she resisted. I gave up, got behind her and looked/listened myself. After about 20 minutes of this she took a few steps forward and stopped again and went to the listening/watching/sniffing mode. After a few minutes she headed on down the path and acted as if nothing had happened. We finished out hunting trip and got back to the house. My dad said he'd never had her do anything like that before, but if she did then she must have had a good reason. He said there was something, or someone, down that path she didn't want to cross with. She was not a chicken shit like some dogs. She rule the yard at home. Seven other bird dogs and a couple of mutts and none of them would cross her, she kicked their butts and they'd all found out not to try to push her. But something down that path that day spooked her and she may have kept me from getting hurt, or worse. |
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I was camping off of Kitchen Creek back in the mid-1980's. My vehicle wasn't capable of making the most difficult part of a trail we camped off of so I parked it at a turnout along the rugged road and put my car cover over my bright red car as a bit of camo. We backpacked the half a mile up the hillside to a wonderful campground along a small stream where we often skinny dipped.
In the afternoon my wife and I walked the dog down the trail and I found my car cover had come off. As I approached I figured it was the wind but looking around in the dust I could see the footprints of several people and palm prints on my windows as if someone cupped their hands around their face to see through the dark tint. Walking down the trail I found tiny tire tracks from wheels about 3" wide. I returned to the car, put the cover back over it and went about my day. Every half an hour I make my way down the trail to the point where I could see the car to check it out. Shortly after dinner I started down the trail again. It was a series of moguls up and down about 8-10 feet high spaced about 20-30 feet apart. As I crested one of the peaks I could see four people around my car, two on each side. I went down the valley and crested the next peak and down into the next valley. I unsnapped the holster cover and put my palm on my Smith and Wesson 5904 9mm. As I started up the second to last mogul, about 75-100 feet from the turnout where my car was stashed one of the two on the far side of the car saw me and said something and the other three looked at me instead of peering inside the car. The two on my side started towards me. I continued to crest my mogul as they started to crest the one past me. As we both climbed each separate mogul eventually they were able to see my hand now full of 9mm. The both froze, spun around, said something to the two on the far side of my car and the four of them beat feet away from my position and down the hill. I heard a VW bug start up, back, and then tear down the trail to the paved road. I carefully cleared the trail all the way down and to the pavement. I was ready to shoot to kill the two guys as they came towards me. I have no doubt that they were planning to break into the car for the stereo system when I came upon them and they changed their plan to a beating and robbery. About three more steps and I would have raised and pointed my pistol at about a distance of 30 feet with a 10 foot valley between us. I couldn't have missed. I'm always armed while camping. |
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Several years ago, I went camping with a group of old friends from college. No grueling hikes or brutal conditions, just a nice rental campsite right on a stream, at the Mohican Reservation (near Loudonville, OH).
Most everyone arrived in the late afternoon. After grilling some burgers and catching up over a couple of beers, people began pitching tents, in order to have everything set up before the sunlight faded completely. One couple were going to camp as close as practical to the water, but decided not to because "some asshole had thrown a bunch of trash and old clothes in the brush over there". The sun went down, the campfire drew everyone in for more food, drink, and conversation, and about 1 AM, everyone turned in. The next morning, I and a couple of other early risers stoked the fire up again, and got ready to make coffee and breakfast. We were interrupted by a very serious-looking friend who said, "You guys need to have a look at this". We followed him to the 'bunch of trash and old clothes'. On closer examination, it turned out to be the remains of a dead man, curled up in the fetal position. The campground manager was located, the Sheriff was called, deputies arrived, and then someone I assumed was the coroner or his delegate. Photos were taken and the body removed from the site. It turned out that this was a homeless man who had been reported missing months earlier, in the middle of winter. No foul play involved, no grand mystery, just a sad end for a guy who probably lay down to sleep, and froze to death. We haven't camped out at that particular location since that weekend. |
| Lots of people don't believe me on this one, but I walked into my tree stand one afternoon and saw nothing the whole time out. On the way back out I noticed BIG cat tracks crossing the trail. Not something you normally see in SW Michigan (near gravel lake, lawton if anybody cares). |
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Lots of people don't believe me on this one, but I walked into my tree stand one afternoon and saw nothing the whole time out. On the way back out I noticed BIG cat tracks crossing the trail. Not something you normally see in SW Michigan (near gravel lake, lawton if anybody cares). Hell I believe it. I've seen big cats here in North MS on numerous occasions in my near 57 years. |
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Was hiking with a couple friends on a trail not easily accessible to the general public. Trail was a solid hour or more drive from any town. Dusk was coming and we headed back down. (~4 miles one way) 15 minutes into it we heard air-raid sirens blaring. Being teenagers and in the middle of nowhere, it creeped us out. We made that 4 mile hike in 45 minutes flat.
Friends dad laughed and told us it was probably for volunteer firefighters in the area. 
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Cthulu is known to be a world class whistler. Or it could have been the restless spirit of Jack Horkheimer out for a stroll. Quoted:
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Pretty obviously Cthulhu. That damned whistling gives it away every time. Keep looking up! |
| my dad was stationed at Great Falls MT. One of the guys in his barracks was put on report for losing his M1carbine. Seems the guy was walking the fence line one night, don't know who he pissed off but he'd been sent out to walk the fence. While he was walking the line he kept hearing something or some one moving around in the brush on the other side of the fence. Supposedly he challenged the noise a couple times but got no response. He was scanning the brush with his flashlight trying to find out what was making the noise. This kept up for about 15 minutes to no avail. Finally he flashed the light at the noise and all he saw was fur, he swore it appeared to be about 5 foot wide and about 15 ft tall. A Grizzly. He threw his carbine down and took off running. My dad told me that story more than once, every time I heard it I asked him why the guy didn't fire? I mean he had a gun. Dad used to say, Son, that carbine would have just pissed off that bear and made sure he'd have come through the cyclone fence. |