31 True Tale Of Deeply Disturbing Camping And Hiking Trips Gone Terrifyingly Wrong

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1. The Hanged Man

Hiking the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania for a week in … 2006 and my brother and I came across a young man who had hung himself. We sprinted up to the bluff where he was strung up. I wrap my limbs around his waist to take weight off his neck while my brother cut him down with his Leatherman. He had hurled the rope up over a tall branch and lashed it off with a clove hitch at the trunk like you’d hang a bear-bag. Must’ve climbed the branches and fell once laced in. We probably shouldn’t have even tried, he was dead for sometime before we happened across him. Fortunately no critters had come to tear him apart before we saw him, it would’ve only gotten grislier from there. Called 911. Objective our trip-up fairly damn quick.

I don’t know why we tried, it was very obvious he had been dead for some time. Don’t know how long, he was very cold and reeked pretty bad. Intuition to help someone and adrenaline that clouds your judgement I guess? It was kind of a fucked up day so I don’t really remember my thought process.

2. The Man In The Black Coat

When out exploring an old abandoned quarry with some friends we received this dude stood staring at this stone, occasionally twitching, but he never turned around. We were pretty creeped out so didn’t investigate, and left pretty soon after. Later on that night we found out that another friend was driving down the lane that runs parallel to the quarry saw a guy in a black coat stood in the middle of the road, and wouldn’t move. She was pretty freaked out and had to reverse all the way back up the lane in the dark because he was still there. Pretty sure it was the same guy, otherwise it was just a big coincidence.

3. The Altars Of A Serial Killer

Bushwalking in NSW( Australia) me and my friend came across this weird platform looking thing made out of stones. Afterward that year the policemen arrested some bloke on suspicion of the murders of a series of backpackers who had gone missing over the course of a few years, and at the sites of several of the assassination slightly off in the bush were these’ altars ‘. Current affairs demonstrate operates footage of one( the trial and run up to it were all over the news) and yeah it’s that thing we saw. The’ altars’ were typically no more than 300 yards from the victim’s shallow tombs. The guy who was arrested and subsequently convicted for the murders is Ivan Milat, Australia’s worst serial killer.

The cops are pretty sure that at least one other person was involved in the assassination than the one now in jail for the crime, they just couldn’t prove it.

4. Abandoned Trailers, Dead Junkies, And Ghost Towns

I’ve spent various stretches of time backpacking and camping throughout the US and considered some strange things.

My brother and I came across an abandoned trailer town, of kinds, that frightened the hell out of us.

We also came across a rundown town( actually, really small) out in New Mexico that seemed to have one person living in it. We based that on the fact that there was still some food and supplies there that were fairly fresh( perhaps only a few days old ). Spent a couple days there trying to find the person or persons, only to find out why they were staying in the town. Never observed a person.

We discovered the skeletal remains of an unknown number of deer( ranging from bucks to fawn) ensnared in a barbed-wire fence that encompassed a 10 x10 region in the Ozarks. A few of the skulls topped the fence posts, and there was one post in the middle of this area that had disintegrating deer bodies( looked to be two, but there were only 6 hooves protruding out of the wreckage) wrap around it.

We received a dummy hang from a tree while in the Yukon territory of Canada. Literally out in the middle of the timbers. No reason for it, as far as we know.

And we also came across a dead junkie on a road out of Olympia. Obvious OD, as he had his arm tied and a needle in hand. Eyes were glazed over and staring straight ahead, mouth slightly ajar.

5. The Cave And The Candle

Took my young children to a cave not far from the house. Popular spot, but we had the place to ourselves. You can walk through it in about 30 minutes without too much difficulty. It has a tiny exit at the opposite aim. It was pretty muddied, so we decided to turn around and head back to the entryway. Halfway back, there was a lit candle sitting about eight feet up one side. It was definitely not there on the first journey. I went into full-on protective-dad-mode knowing there was likely someone hiding in the dark while we walked the rest of the way out.

6. The Circle In The Ground

I was backpacking in New Hampshire and camped out for the night after a day hike. I wondered off from our fire to go take a piss and stumbled upon a circle etched into the ground with tuning forks surrounding the circle standing up straight…It looked like a creepy ritual circle and it bugged me out so I booked it back to the group.

7. Something Bizarre

I was backpacking in Yellow Stone above the tree line at about 10,500 feet. We are hiking on a ridge above a pond when all the sudden we come across a horse skull. No body just the skull, pretty cool seeming. We get to our campsite not to far away from the pond near which is something we procured the horse skull. When we get climb down to the lagoon we find the body of the pony rotting on the edge of the lake with with negative cinema strips floating in the water and laying around the shore near the body.

8. A Severed Bull’s Head

I wasn’t hiking at the time, but when wandering in the woods one day in high school some of us determined a severed bull’s head tied to a tree by the cornets. It was about 5 or 6 feet off the ground. It looked like it had been there a few days. I have no notion why someone would do something like this.

9. The Man In The Blue Jacket

Over the years when I have told this story, many people haven’t believed me, but it’s true as the sky is blue. Me and my brother were hiking out in our new backwoods( we had just moved in to a new home) and we stumbled upon a small open grass field. In the center of it, there was a person with a blue jacket squatted over. We thought it was a friend of ours that we had recently met, so I ran out to meet. I did not have my glass on, but I got pretty close enough to see that it was a grown man leaned over the carcass of a deer, stabbing it with an unsharpened stick. He looked up, and saw me. I was pretty freaked out, so I turned around and hollered at my brother to running, and so we started to sprint as fast as we could back home.

10. A Cage In The Mountains

A cage. Not like a trapping cage or anything but something that could easily hold 5-10 average sized people.

I was hiking in the mountains simply above the house i lived in, at the time, in Missoula, Mt. Took perhaps 45 minutes of walking, mostly uphill and without a track, to get to the spot. Round steel bars for the leading edge and rope instead of chain connect for the walls and ceiling. It was all set up just on the far side of the ridgeline I was walking, so it couldnt be seen I suppose.

Nothing around it , no foot publishes or tire ways or anything. The rope looked undamaged as well. No notion what it was for but it definitely creeped me the fuck out.

11. A Homeless Man’s Diary

I once discovered the diary of a homeless person. In it he wrote over and over again about how his 3rd grade teacher was the only person to matter to him. The guy’s bad writing built it even weirder. I received the homeless person’s things in a secluded den in a park which look like he has been there for a while. He left his purse there and several empty cans. I left the journal there as it would have been wrong to take something not mine. But there was no way I wanted to meet this person based off of the writing.

12. ” We Had Seen These People Climbing Not Two Hours Before “~ ATAGEND

Last year I was with a buddy of mine and we were going to do the Heart Creek scramble in Alberta, but due to some health conditions he has it was going too strenuous to complete and we figured we’d make it an easy day and just do the simple road. Now we’re both climbers and have been to Heart Creek for rock climbing in the past and had a great time so it wasn’t a surprise to see the sporadic climbers on the mountainside as we went. Heart Creek is also pretty popular and easy for people who merely want to go for a nice nature walking and perhaps have picnic.

Anyway, so we walked in, enjoying the working day watching climbers on our route by. We insured a couple even doing some multi-pitch climbing which means basically leap-frogging up the road. We settled in for lunch about a half hour afterward and left a couple hours after that. On our route back I remember considering a climbing shoe in the creek and thinking” Oh! Someone must have lost this !” I picked it up when my buddy got my attention and I looked further downstream. Both climbers, a young man( 29, or so, I learned afterward) and his partner were both lying the creek bed, rope and harness still attached, dead.

It was very surreal, we had considered these people climbing not two hours before, making their bellows, having a good time. The first reaction I had was that I remembered that there was a family right behind us, a husband and wife with a young daughter who were playing in the creek on the way down. We operated back and stopped them and explained as quietly as we could what was ahead and before we knew it, looky-loo’s had come by. It turned out that the husband was an off duty RCMP officer and so he took control of the situation. I learned later we weren’t the first on scene and that the authorities concerned had been called.

It was a very quiet ride back into town that day though.

13. Someone Watching The Campsite In The Dead Of Night

I work in the outdoor field and lead trips regularly. I once resulted a trip to the top of Mt. Stringer in NC. It’s a tough climb to get to the top and about 6 miles from the nearest road. I was resulting a group of 8 middle school kids and had one co-instructor. We were camping out on top of the mountain and it was a beautiful night with a full moon. The kids and the other co-instructor went to bed in their tents. I chose to spend the night in a hammock that night. I was really into a volume I was reading so I stayed up and read until about 10:30 pm. I turned my headlamp off to settle in for the night. Everything around me was rather bright from the moon and from the position I was in, I could see down the trail we had hiked to get to the top. I laid there enjoying the scenery and noticed something moving on the road. Bears are common in the area so I perked up. As it got closer, I could tell it was a person.

We were in the middle of nowhere and there was someone hiking up the road with no headlamp or any gear. I was just frozen watching this person move closer to our camp. They arrived at the top of the mountain where we were and just stopped. I watched as what appeared to be a man surveyed our camp. I truly could only insure the outline of him. He stood there for what seemed like thirty minutes but may have been 10. He then turned, sat down under a tree facing our camp. He was sitting up in such a way that I knew he wasn’t trying to sleep. He merely sat there staring at our camp. I had no notion what to do. I decided to wait it out. I waited, merely staring at the man while he stared at my camp. This went on until about 3:30 am. Then, he stood up, took a moment to survey my camp a few minutes longer and then went back down the road he came up on. I, to this day have no notion what that was all about but it freaked me out. I was paranoid that we were being followed for the rest of the trip.

14. A Tragic Climbing Accident

My friends and I determined a 22 year old girl, face down in the dirt, both legs violated with compound fractures. She had no cell phone , no water , no food, and nothing to maintain her warm. her friend was dead.

A little backstory- my 2 friends and I were hiking in a pretty popular place in our area. It’s a 150 -ft waterfall that takes about 45 mins of uphill hiking to get to.

We decided to go bouldering around the bottom of the waterfall, there are various little pools and boulders where the water runs off from the waterfall. This bouldering road is not on the main trail, and not many hikers ever veer off of the main trail.

When we procured her, patently we called 911 and devoted her any supplies we had. Eventually a helicopter demonstrated up and they flew her to the nearest hospital.

Turns out she was hiking with her friend the NIGHT BEFORE when they both fell off of the waterfall. Her friend must have gone to get help, but regrettably died less than 100 yards from where we determined the girl. So no one knew she was hurt or that she was even there.

It’s a miracle she was still alive and mind blowing to think what she had gone through when we saw her 20 hours later.

Before we received the hiker, we were climbing boulders in the area and taking scenes. We didn’t even know the poor girl was in the background of these photos !! look towards to right side of the frame in the background.

15. A Destroyed And Abandoned Campsite

I was once canoeing the boundary water between Minnesota and Canada. These aren’t your normal backyard ponds. The boundary water are thousands of enormous lakes interconnected with one another( think mini-great lakes ). We had been canoeing and camping along the lakes for about a week at this point. We didn’t really have an itinerary, just planned to barge and camp, fish, and live off the land 2 week. We had a GPS and a sat phone to call a helicopter for pickup whenever we were done.

Anyway, about a week in and we were set to canoe a few hours to the next lagoon. An hour or so in and we are in the center of a exceedingly long and narrow lake. Unfortunately, a storm started to blow in and the waves on the lake swelled to 2+ feet. Too much for our dinky canoes. We pull off to a random clear along the shores and setup camp in rushed to avoid being totally thrashed by a rainstorm. We only setup camp and hunker down for the night.

By the next morning it had cleared up. We started strolling up the coast of the lagoon about 200 feet from our camp looking for a good fishing place. What we actually detected was another campsite. However, it was ABSOLUTELY wrecked. Trash strewn everywhere, tent collapsed and torn, clothes on the ground. At first we were just like disgusted like what assholes did this? or left their shit out to be bear food?

The more we seemed around though, the weirder things seemed though. For one, their garbage was still hoisted into a tree to keep it safe from bears, but the whole container was rent open despite being 30 feet in the air. Second, literally everything except the canoes were still at the campsite. Clothes, packs, food, rope, pans, like a serious set of hiking equipment. Enough for 2 or 3 people. Half of it was trashed and torn open, largely the packs, tent, and clothes. The other half was entirely untouched but thrown on the ground. Like somebody NOPE’d the hell out of there in nothing but their long johns ditching hundreds of dollars of gear in the process. We waited a couple hours and eventually called it back to our helicopter crew- but they hadn’t been aware of anybody else or get any distress calls. We eventually only left everything and moved camp. Everybody was pretty upset by it and a day or two afterward we aimed the whole journey early because it seemed like nobody wanted to be out anymore.

It was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen. First believed that it was bear assault, but there was food left uneaten, and I’ve seen bear attacks on camps before, but nothing like this. Bears rip open packs and go after food, and are generally pretty easy to scare away. What still sticks with me is why all their clothes and packs were still there with half being totally destroyed and half being untouched. I still don’t get it.

I’ve done a lot of other camping and hiking, rafting and biking, all around the country and I’ve never had any other weird experiences like that.

16. Someone Ate My Lunch And Drank My Beer

This happened to me back in the’ 80′ s, when I was in my 20′ s. On occasion I would go car camping with my yellow tiger cat, Oberon. He had an overbite, salivated, had a monster purr, and was awesome in every way. He loved riding in the car. My solo camping was stupid, and I cannot recommend it, but I required the aloneness and I required the bravery. I would drive up roads, some BLM, some National Forest, some disused logging roads…I would not go too far, find a place that appealed to me, pull off the road as far as I could, set up a small camp and bide for a night, or two, only reading, bird watching, painting, being with my cat…just spending time being me. One day I went up a road, and observed a pretty grassland, with a small creek curving around through trees, a perfect place. The cat and I strolled around a little bit, checking it out. At the side of the grassland near the road was a large flat, round boulder. A perfect table. I always packed good food, and I liked a little bit of grandeur. I set out a place mat, cloth napkin, an unopened bottle of dark brew, my sandwich, still wrap in foil, on my plate, cookies, and a bowl of kibble for Oberon. He had wandered a little bit, and I went to get him.

We went into the trees, and strayed around for a bit. It was a very charming day, warm, sunny, with a light breeze..and the entire area was beautiful. We were not out of sight of my vehicle, and the stone for very long, maybe fifteen minutes. I picked up the cat, and strolled back, looking forward to lunch. When we got to the boulder it was gone. Eaten. The foil was crumpled into a ball, the brew was empty, with the opener next to the bottle, cookies run, sandwich gone, napkin folded loosely, and knife laid across the plate.

It was an Oh Shit feeling. I operated for the car, tossed Oberon in, started the car, turned around, headed back up the hill. Then I supposed, what if whoever feed my food was hiding in my back seat ?? I stopped, heart pounding, checked out the back, all okay, and headed back to township and friends. Who were understandably freaked out by my tale. I still camped after that, but it took awhile for my heroism to return.

17. Dog Find The WristBone Of A Murder Victim

I’m pretty sure our puppies observed a radius/ ulna bone of the abduct and murdered girl, Heather Dawn Church while hiking off trail outside Colorado Springs. As a biology major who remembered some from my anatomy class, I thought the bones looked like they came from a small human. My friends persuaded me I was being dramatic and I forgot about it. A couple years later her body was found in the exact same area.

18. An AbandonedBed

A shed behind an abandoned home with a steel strengthened door broken off the hinges. The windows of the shed were boarded up from the outside. The only thing inside the shed was a queen size bed with shredded, partly singed white sheets.

19. Lost At Night

Per a friend from college, she was in secondary school or so when she went on some hiking journey through the timbers with a club she was part of. It had started to get dark so the older group leaders decided to lead everybody back. However, it quickly became apparent that they didn’t quite know where they were.

It was get darker and darker and they still weren’t be permitted to figure out where they were. Eventually, they stumbled across a small cabin. Without many other options, the group leaders decide to ask whoever is in it if the group can stay the night. They approached the door and knocked but there was no answer. They knocked a couple more hours and still no response.

They tried the handle and found that the cabin was unlocked. As they entered, they were pretty freaked out by what they insure. Along the wall were several pairs of shoes. Scattered along another wall were a few bed frames. But the most startling thing was that the walls were just contained within chicken scratch writing.

Everybody was freaked out but it was too dark at this point to risk wandering into the timbers blindly again. The group hunkered down on the floor. They didn’t really get much sleep that night, but when daylight broke they got the hell out of there.

20. Heavy Footsteps, Upstairs

Not something I experienced, but my sister and her husband did.

My family used to have a cabin on a lake in the Northwoods. It’s a pond with no public access. On the other side is/ was an old Girl’s Camp that the state was letting fall apart. The camp had a large, two-story main house that was mostly intact at the time.

My sister and her husband decided to check out the camp one day. They canoe’d over and started to walk around. They went into the Main House first. They strolled around for a little bit. And then they heard heavy footsteps upstairs. These footsteps turned into someone operating heavily towards the stairs.

My sister and her husband booked it out of the house, but they could hear the steps coming down the stairs and on the main level as they operated out. They opted to run around the house instead of heading back to the shore.

They never ensure who it was, but they heard them enter back into the house. And then they heard them storm back outside again. They went into the timbers this time and hear someone running in the woods after them.

They took the long way around the pond back to the cabin.

My dad and I had to go back later that day to get the canoe. We never heard or insured anything.

21. A Make Out Session Gone Wrong

Me and my ex girlfriend decided to have a date night since we both had the day off of run. So we did the usual dinner and a movie thing, and afterwards we chose we’d go for a midnight drive. So we drive about an hour and a half out of town going nowhere particular. We simply knew that we were going to get it on under the stars.

After scoping out a random grime road, I took my truck down it and parked in an open region off to the side next to forest. The entire region was surrounded by wood. After about 10 minutes of kissing we decide to get down to business. So we get in the backseat and start tearing one another clothes off.

About five minutes in, headlights. Headlights move forward towards where we were, but not immediately at us. So we are both rushing in an attempt to get our clothes back on, supposing for some reason it might be the policemen.( Which makes absolutely no sense now .) My gasps are nowhere find work and neither is her shirt. Now, keep in intellect, the closest house to the road we were on is likely 30 minutes away. we kept fumbling go looking for our garment, and eventually found it and struggled to get them back on.

Truck keeps getting closer, and closer. But like I said , not immediately at us. Until we finally realise it’s not someone coming to yell at us to get off their property, or the cops. In fact, they can’t even tell we are there because my truck is black and I’m parked nearly into the thick forest area. Eventually, an old beat up f150 parks his truck about 50 feet from us. Leaves his truck operating and gets out. He walks to his truck bed, grabs his shovel, and merely starts excavating into the ground. He did this for a good 30 to 40 minutes while we just sat there in silence, afraid to move or speak on the off chance he hears us.

He stops excavating and lifts something out of the ground. It was a decent sized object but it was too dark to consider exactly what it was. Pickings it up, places it in his truck bed, goes back for the shovel and places that in the truck bed as well and drives off into the night. Me and my girlfriend decides it would be best to wait another 20 minutes before we even started the truck.

To this day I have no notion what it could have been, but I actually hope it was( at WORST) drugs.

22. The Fur Coat

We found a family cabin in the middle of nowhere, on a small lake with two other cabins, surrounded by forested area and flatlands both. About two miles away from the cabin and across the clay road is a wildlife reserve. As children we strolled through there all the time. Had the opposite of helicopter mothers. After about thirty minutes walking straight into these woods there was a collection of abandoned homes, an old settlement.

We ran exploring and found that the people who used to live there had just up and left. In each house, still dishes on the tables, garment in the closets, autoes parked in the clearings, all the strappings for ponies in the barns. In one house, the floor had caved in and there were about forty pairs of women’s shoes scattered around the hole in the middle. No bones though, animal or human , nothing. We decided to stay away from the second floors of the houses after we assure that, we figured they’d be structurally unsound. A skeletal treehouse in the middle of the clearing.

After we told my mothers, my dad wanted to come and look too. In one of the houses we received a bedroom, fully intact. The sheets were still on the beds. The pillow still had the indentation of a head on it. But everything was covered in a thick layer of clay and the dust on the floors only had our footprints in it. At the foot of the bed was this stunning enormous grey fur coat. There were a few moth pits chewed in it, and it was as dirty as everything else, but when we inspected it, we knew it was real fur, likely wolf or silver fox. It was gorgeous. Dad decided he was going to bring it back and clean it up and see if he could have it remade for my mom( Dad was a thrifty guy, haha ).

As we were leaving I got a cold on the back of my neck, and about sixty yards from the house, turned around and assured an old woman glaring at us from the window of the second floor. She had her hair in a loose bun and was wearing a blue shawl on her shoulders over a cream coloured blouse.

I immediately felt super guilty. I grabbed my papa, who was about ten yards ahead of me, and told him we had better set the coat back, because the woman was still living there and we had likely scared her and she looked pissed. We turned back around and I pointed to the window I assured her glaring at us from. No one there. I said she must have gone downstairs, and as we approached the house, still carrying the stupid coat, one of the windows in another house suddenly slammed shut. I fucking ran as fast as I could into the timbers. Dad, being dad, remained behind and started yelling for the lady to come out, he was sorry, etc.

Went upstairs , no one there, dust on the floor undisturbed. Then he smarted up and dropped the coat in a big hurry and we beat it back to the road as fast as we could. About 5 years later the government demolished the whole thing.

23. What The Park Rangers Are Left To Find

My son is in Cub Scouts and every year we take a trip to a cabin with the rest of his lair. One kid’s uncle is a park ranger so last year we went to the park he worked at as it was near the cabin. He’d been a ranger for a good while and had some narratives. The tale of his first week on the job is the worst.

First week on the job, the new guy, in a fairly large park. Its colder out so not as busy as summer. The park is notified of a possibly missing camper. Family cant contact the guy and he would camp there often enough. Of course they send the new guy to find him. Auto is located by the campsites but dude is still nowhere in sight. Ranger goes deeper in the forest and comes across a campsite. There’s a smell and the ranger knew what was up but had to check to make sure. Dude put in camp, get in his sleeping bag and blew his head off with a shotgun. Ranger said the worst proportion was after radioing it in, recollect, merely his first week on the job, he had to stay at the campsite until other rangers and law enforcement and local medical examiner stimulated their way up there. He said its a very common instance. People often think they are sparing their loved ones the horror of discovering them so instead they go out to to be middle of nowhere and do it, never mind the poor park ranger thats gotta find you.

24. Campsite 37

My girlfriend and a friend of ours ran camping once up in Golden Ears Park. Once we arrived we noticed along with one other camper “were in” the only campers there for the weekend. As we walked throughout the park to take in our surroundings we noticed a campsite fully stocked with tent, coolers, camping chairs…it was like a photo from a magazine.

We figured they left to grab supplies and thought nothing of it but after a couple of days and no activity of the campsite my girlfriend and her friend went to further analyse. What they came across next was something super strange. Coolers were full of rotten food and rusty knives…the tent looked pristine until you got close enough to fragrance it. The linger of urine, cat food and mold overtake all of your senses. They shook the tent to make sure no one was inside when no one answered they entered. Empty cat food tins scattered the moldy blankets, while large amounts of brand name garb and shoes stuffed into several duffle bags lined the tent. Makeup…broken mirrors…wine bottles…batteries and cigarettes cascaded like water over the moldy blankets. A cellphone which with a closer looking was all in Japanese along with several iPods.

But the strangest thing was a journal written by a girl who was from out of township talking about the guy she was with and how sex with him for the first time was amazing and how she wishes he never would leave even though she has so many humen after her. She talked about them fighting and get evicted and how they are necessary this trip to figure things out. The last page was of them having a fight and how he was done and she would get what she deserved followed by a page full of random guys names and numbers.

The date of the journal entry was 1 day before we arrived and their campers receipt hanging outside their camp place was paid for in full for the coming week. The campsite was strange and full of what looked like two people’s entire lives stuffed into an expensive tent littered with fissure tubes and rusty tools. I will say though, their thermal blanket, axes and lanterns came in handy for those working last couple of rainy night’s. Still not sure what went down in campsite 37 but even when we left 6 weeks later the campsite still remained..untouched.

25. A Very Disturbed Young Man

I have a bunch of woods behind my house, and when I was younger my friend and I would go camping in them. We were like 14 years old.

We ran farther than we usually did the working day and objective up came to see you on a neighbor’s property, so we just went back a little ways and started get our shit put up. Friend leaves to go use the bathroom, and I hear him screaming and running back toward me. He’s not constructing much sense, was just sort of blubbering about Barbie’s and cat heads so I sort of force-out him to show me.

We come out in a clearing next to the creek, and there’s hundreds of Barbie dolls strung up in the tree’s about eight feet off the ground, with dead fucking cat heads on them. As in, Barbie’s head had been yanked off and replaced with them. Not cat skulls either.

I want to say the dolls bodies were dipped in red paint( I know it wasn’t blood because blood doesn’t “stick” and remain that thick) but I don’t know for sure what it truly was.

I started backing up toward our stuff, and my friend starts screaming again. He’s off to my side, and had just detected the huge heap of cat remains, with a bunch of Barbie doll heads hurl in with them. We both threw up.
We packed our shit up and went back home.

But it doesn’t objective there!

That neighbor who’s field we stumbled into? They were friends with my mama, and started telling her about a bunch of their barn cats running missing, but they hadn’t believed anything of it since we have a lot of coyotes.( Still at that point hadn’t told my mommy about our discovery in the woods because I figured she’d never let me leave the yard .)

Then two of their goats went missing, and coyote’s wouldn’t have opened the gate and shut it back after slaughtering their goats, and there’d be some kind of leftovers. Neighbor’s husband heard someone fucking around in their yard one night, and considered some guy roaming around in their cow pasture. They sort of connected the pieces, realized someone was stealing their animals, so the spouse went into 24/7 armed security mode.

Week or so afterward, he considers the same guy go into his barn. Calls the policemen. Turns out it’s some 16 year old kid that lived on the other side of his property that had just moved in. Kid acknowledges to stealing his cats, goats, and trying to take a cow, right? K, fair enough, return them, then.

Kid lives in a mobile home. No where to keep all these animals he’s been stealing. Kids dad aims up telling the cops that he knew his son was taking them and basically slaughtering them in the woods and doing weird shit with the bodies. The Barbie dolls? He stole them from his little sister.

It wasn’t until a year or so after that my mommy actually told me what had happened, which is when I devoted in and told her about my friend and I basically stumbling into his fucked up shit. AFAIK, they got the kid for animal cruelty and a whole bunch of other shit, and his family moved away not too long after it so I genuinely don’t know what happened with him.

26. ” I Constructed A Fire And Stayed Up All Night Smoking Cigarettes “~ ATAGEND

So we weren’t precisely in the middle of nowhere. My family and I were camping at a campground on a lake here in the Ozarks a couple years ago. My sister, her friend, my cousin, and I are all in a tent together. I’m trying to get some sleep but it’s very humid and difficult to get comfy. Around 3AM, I am looking straight up and notice a long flashing of light outside of the tent. I appear, and it blinks again about 3 seconds later, but not in the same place. It’s very close to the tent, less than 3 feet away. I couldn’t see it perfectly, patently, but I could just tell. It’s not like an on/ off winking, it fades in and out. It’s dead quiet, and no animal/ beast could make a light as white and as bright as this. I couldn’t hear anything walking around the tent. It blinks again. Eventually, this blinking light makes its way in a circle around the tent, near the entrance where I was. That’s when I promptly rolled the fuck over and shut my eyes because whatever it was, I didn’t want to see it.

About 30 minutes later I sit up to grab some water. I sit there for a minute wondering. There it is again, on the opposite side of the tent from me. Inducing it’s route around. I man the fuck up, grab a sun and unzip the tent as it nears the entrance. It stops and goes dark. I go outside and nothing is there. I made a fire and remained up all night smoking cigarettes.

27. Something Circling The Campground

A group of friends was staying at this remote cabin that one of my friend’s cousins owned. There were no roads leading to the cabin, and it was a good 3/4 day hike from where you parked the cars.

I couldn’t go at the same time as everyone else due to work obligations, so I decided to head up the same day but afterward. It would mean I would have to camp for a night by myself though( the latter part of the trail is too dangerous to be taken at night, especially by someone who doesn’t know it ). I didn’t care, I was kind of looking forward to it as I’ve never camped alone before.

So I was in the middle of these timbers when the sun was downed. I got my camp put in in this small clearing. Likely 40 feet across. Get my camp fire going and pitch my small, person or persons tent. Do all that camping stuff like cooking hot dogs on a stick over the flame and smores. I likely stay up for a good 2 or 3 hours after dark( it was mid-autumn so the days are a bit short ).

The entire time I thought I heard shit moving in the timbers on the edge of the clearing. I didn’t think anything of it at first cause the timbers are full of animals, but as the night went on I realized that whatever it was was just circling the clearing over and over. Once I started paying attention it stimulated 4 or 5 laps around before I decided to get up and analyse. The noise stopped as soon as I stood up and I thought I heard some sound going away through the woods.

I merely shrugged it off supposing it was some fox that was curious that got scared when I stood up. I decided it’s time to sleep, doused the fire and climbed into my tent. I started to doze off and stayed in that half asleep half awake country for a while. I commonly hear weird shit when I’m in this state, so I didn’t think much of it when I heard a voice.

Something woke me all the way up though and I realized the voice is real and right outside my tent. It was just above a whispering and I’m not sure if it was another language or if they were just speaking English in such a way that I couldn’t understand.

I lay there for some time, I don’t know how long, listening and waiting for something to happen. There was just enough moon illuminate to light up the walls of the tent, so I could see when a hand pressed into the wall of my tent down near my foot. This freaked me out and I sat up rapidly. Whomever was outside of the tent tore ass out of there. Like operating full sprint through the woods.

I get out of the tent and shinedmy flashlight around and assured nothing. I was expecting there to be a bloody hand publish on the tent, but nope. Didn’t sleep that night, packed up camp at first light that morning and booked it to the cabin.

28. My Full Name Written In The Snow

This past winter I hiked one of high peaks in the ADK’s with a buddy of mine and camped out overnight. Everything was fine the entire first day we were there. Had a great night’s sleep and woke up early to hike back to the parking area.

On the style back down the trail, my friend and I noticed that someone else had been hiking as well. About a mile after strolling, I stopped and saw that my full name, first and last, was drawn into the snow on the side of the foot route. I didn’t do it, neither did my friend. It was snowing a little bit throughout the night and if it was drawn the day before, the snow would have covered it up. We got a bit freaked out and decided to hustle back to our vehicle so we could get the fuck out of there.

We eventually get back to the parking area and I go to sign myself out of the registry volume. When I turn the page to where I signed in, I see that someone had scribbled out all of my information to where you couldn’t read it anymore. No one else had signed into the book besides myself for 3 days.

I will NOT be going back there.

29. Bottles, Family Pictures, A Letter, All In A Cave

A few years ago I was backpacking in Eastern Washington with some friends of mine. I don’t know how well you guys know Eastern Washington, but its pretty much dust, sagebrush and clay. We decided to hike up onto the top of this canyon, and from up there you could see miles and miles of straight nothing. After a few hours of traversing the upper part of the cliff, we eventually observed a little fissure that kind of took us a little styles underground, into a pretty decent sized cave. The cave was filled with little bones, like mice and bats. In one of the corners of the cave, there was a rock fixture that protruded up from the ground and virtually made a separate “room” so to speak.

In the room we observed lots of scratches on the walls, photo, and three bottles with notes in them. While this was kind of off-putting on its own, we figured it was just some sort of gag and we’d find silly S.O.S. notes in the bottles. The scariest proportion about it all was the photographs were super ordinary, of families and normal people, and two of the notes in the bottles induced no sense at all. While it was English, it was pretty much straight gibberish , none of the words induced sense in context with the other terms. The third bottle had a super ordinary letter talking about what they’ve been up to; something you’d send to a fairly remote relative after not talking with them for a while.

I don’t really know what to think of it all, I feel like it could easily have been someone just joking around but it was almost too strange for that.

30. As If Someone Stood There All Night

Camping in the back country in Quebec, pretty much all alone for what we gues. We heard shuffling outside of the tent one night but wrote it off as a raccoon or possum. Woke up in the morning with scattered cigarette butts all around the front of our tent as if someone stood there all night maintaining an eye on us. Nothing happened after that except some spectacular cyclones and bear sightings.

31. Who Would Do This ?~ ATAGEND

This at Oleta River in Miami Florida.

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