may? you can NOT do that to us scrary story fans. you mentioned it. we are curious. now spill those beans bro.
now we are all gonna be wondering what in the hell is happening with rightway1974.
just make it happen bro.
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Camping scare stories.
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now we are all gonna be wondering what in the hell is happening with rightway1974.
just make it happen bro.
Union Point is in my neck of the woods. My hometown is Greensboro.
Good stories. The common theme you hear about is that feeling of overwhelming dread. They say that's our old instincts kicking in, and when that happens it's because there is usually something/someone in the area that sees you and you sense it's presence. I've spent a lot of my life in the woods, and I can only count a handful of times where I got that feeling of being watched by something bad. Every time I noped it out of there as quickly as I could.
A few years ago I bought some land out in rural Jones county. There's an old chimney in the middle of the property where an old cabin once stood, long before I bought the property. I've found a lot of random things, pieces of glassware, jars, old utensils, etc.
I've never had any weird encounters out there, it's usually calm and quiet. I've tent camped there plenty of times with no issues.
But one time about 2 years ago I went out there late in the evening to grab my trailer I stored up there. I had my truck running while I was hooking it up and I just suddenly got this feeling of being watched and it made the hair on my body stand up. Just a weird feeling. I looked around the woods and didn't see anything but I just couldn't shake it. I hooked that trailer up and gtfo of there as quick as I could. I have no idea what it was but it had me nervous until I got back out to the main hwy headed home. I've never had that feeling happen again since then. But I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Could have been an animal or some methhead in the woods but part of me wonders if it was the spirit of somebody who used to live in that old cabin.
A few years ago I bought some land out in rural Jones county. There's an old chimney in the middle of the property where an old cabin once stood, long before I bought the property. I've found a lot of random things, pieces of glassware, jars, old utensils, etc.
I've never had any weird encounters out there, it's usually calm and quiet. I've tent camped there plenty of times with no issues.
But one time about 2 years ago I went out there late in the evening to grab my trailer I stored up there. I had my truck running while I was hooking it up and I just suddenly got this feeling of being watched and it made the hair on my body stand up. Just a weird feeling. I looked around the woods and didn't see anything but I just couldn't shake it. I hooked that trailer up and gtfo of there as quick as I could. I have no idea what it was but it had me nervous until I got back out to the main hwy headed home. I've never had that feeling happen again since then. But I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Could have been an animal or some methhead in the woods but part of me wonders if it was the spirit of somebody who used to live in that old cabin.
Another that just came to mind. I forgot about happened a few months ago. I was leaving the house to go to work, it was about 6am and still dark. I opened the garage and was walking out. I instantly had the feeling there were a set of eyes on me. you can see I was feeling it on a video From a ring camera right outside the garage. I stepped out and stopped and put my hand on my carry weapon and looked around while walking to my truck. Got in my truck and slowly drove out of the driveway. When I got to work I wanted to check the time stamp of movement on my ring before and after I left. Just curious. Well about 3 min before I came out of the garage a Coyote came down my driveway and went into some bushes by my truck. After I left he popped out and hauled ass to the woods. What I was amazed by was the feeling/instinct I had stepping out of my garage. It’s cool that we as humans have that natural sense. I had the video saved but I guess ring only saves it for 30 days. I was going to post it.
Not a camping story and I was hesitant to tell it but I it’s ok now, since they’re no longer with us..
Back in HS me and my buds were riding around town drinking a few beers, decided to pull over and park and watch traffic.. while sitting there , there was 3 older men sitting out on a terrace across the street from us at an old rooming house.. they called us there and we went up because they view was much better up there.
While there one of the men nicknamed me TANK.. lol.. after a few minutes he said
TANK LOOK AT THIS.. as I turned around he had a machete right in my face… I thought oh crap here we go.. but all he wanted me to do was feel how sharp he had it, and it was sharp…
He then proceeded to tell me
I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH SO AND SO( name withheld) AND IM GOING TO SEE HIM TOMORROW..
I knew story’s of the man he was going to see.. I guess he went and picked that bone with so and so.. because 2 wks later his body washed up on some rocks in the river… he should’ve not went to pick that bone
Back in HS me and my buds were riding around town drinking a few beers, decided to pull over and park and watch traffic.. while sitting there , there was 3 older men sitting out on a terrace across the street from us at an old rooming house.. they called us there and we went up because they view was much better up there.
While there one of the men nicknamed me TANK.. lol.. after a few minutes he said
TANK LOOK AT THIS.. as I turned around he had a machete right in my face… I thought oh crap here we go.. but all he wanted me to do was feel how sharp he had it, and it was sharp…
He then proceeded to tell me
I GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH SO AND SO( name withheld) AND IM GOING TO SEE HIM TOMORROW..
I knew story’s of the man he was going to see.. I guess he went and picked that bone with so and so.. because 2 wks later his body washed up on some rocks in the river… he should’ve not went to pick that bone
My wife and I lived in Maryland, and enjoyed weekend camping at the Outer Banks in North Carolina. In about 1984, still newly married, I got home on Friday evening and we decided to take a quiet route through the Great Dismal Swamp in Virginia rather than the usual interstate route. It was late, about 11:00 p.m., and dark. There was no traffic at all -- just us. No cell phones then, and we were driving in a Dodge Colt hatchback with a weak 1.5 liter engine. My wife can pack -- that thing was loaded beyond anything most people could have packed in there, including the roof carrier! Tent, boogie board, fishing poles, you name it.
For those who don't know, the Great Dismal Swamp road was a long, two-lane road with swampy ditches and dense forest on either side (known to be inhabited by alligators), and an occasional exit ramp. You must stay on the road.
About 10 miles in, we were suddenly encountered from behind by a large, noisy truck reminiscent of the one that came in on Crocodile Dundee in the bush. Massive lights blaring, yahoos screaming, and long guns waving from the windows and the bed! Keep in mind we were coming from Maryland -- this was far outside of our normal range of experience.
I told my wife to hang on; there was an exit up ahead. To hear her tell it, that little Colt took the turn on two wheels. We reached the top of the hill where we parked in the lot of a long-abandoned gas station for about half an hour. By that time, we figured the yahoos had moved on and wouldn't risk turning back.
The next morning was bright and beautiful. We had a glorious weekend vacation.
It was just one of many adventures during 36 years of marriage. It's always more fun -- or at least more interesting -- to take the road less traveled by.
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For those who don't know, the Great Dismal Swamp road was a long, two-lane road with swampy ditches and dense forest on either side (known to be inhabited by alligators), and an occasional exit ramp. You must stay on the road.
About 10 miles in, we were suddenly encountered from behind by a large, noisy truck reminiscent of the one that came in on Crocodile Dundee in the bush. Massive lights blaring, yahoos screaming, and long guns waving from the windows and the bed! Keep in mind we were coming from Maryland -- this was far outside of our normal range of experience.
I told my wife to hang on; there was an exit up ahead. To hear her tell it, that little Colt took the turn on two wheels. We reached the top of the hill where we parked in the lot of a long-abandoned gas station for about half an hour. By that time, we figured the yahoos had moved on and wouldn't risk turning back.
The next morning was bright and beautiful. We had a glorious weekend vacation.
It was just one of many adventures during 36 years of marriage. It's always more fun -- or at least more interesting -- to take the road less traveled by.
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear;…
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This is the best thread on the site. When the woods go quiet you better heed the warning. Theres something that even the bugs are scared of. Whether you can see it or not.
and we the people thank you for that. its all because of the folks telling their stories.
im still willing to bet a reader or 3 is holding out on us. ive got one im holding on to for the moment.
its coming though. i do notice that most threads on this site dont go very far for some reason.
so i mostly just read. send a few PM's. but the success of this thread is the sum of the posters. thanks guys
for telling your stories. its been interesting indeed.
I’m sure there are those who have experienced something strange or unusual but for whatever reason won’t talk about it.
Doesn't have anything to do with camping but when I was in EMT school in 88 I worked at a bar on the Marietta square called Waterstreet. It started life as a feed and seed supposedly and was built pre civil war. Out the back door, directly across the alleyway was a boarded up hotel that also dated to pre civil war. We used to regularly see what was obviously candle light in various windows of it at night.
At waterstreet after closing several times me and my buddy that was the kitchen manager would be in the office (in the basement) after locking the doors and hear the back door slam open and shut, someone in boots walk from the back door to the front door and hear it slam open and shut and when we went and looked both doors would still be locked and shut. This probably happened at least a dozen times while I worked there.
At waterstreet after closing several times me and my buddy that was the kitchen manager would be in the office (in the basement) after locking the doors and hear the back door slam open and shut, someone in boots walk from the back door to the front door and hear it slam open and shut and when we went and looked both doors would still be locked and shut. This probably happened at least a dozen times while I worked there.
