Camping scare stories.

[Deleted member 93988]

One more, if I tell them all yall will think I am nuts, and I might be.
Years ago I was squirrel hunting on a wma and had worked down into a deep draw. It was thick woods and pretty dark for mid day. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like a small child and a grown man, man sounded mad and child was crying, pleading. And then all was quiet too quiet. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started toward the direction of the sounds and walked about 75 yards and came to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a huge downed tree and on top of the tree was Childs clothing, I got to the tree and found a little girls dress and panties and there was some blood on the panties over the tree it looked as if a small body had been drug through the trees. I ran like hell back to the truck and found a DNR agent, told him what I had found and heard and led him back to the spot. When we got there everything was gone no trail, no tree no clothes my hunting pack was still there so I know it was the same spot. He radios for another officer that had worked the area for thirty years, He is suspicious of me now, we walk back to the truck and wait for backup, now I am being detained. When the senior officer rolls up and gets his bearings is face turns white and he tells us that in the 70,s a little girls body was found in the exact spot and a sheriffs deputy had raped and killed her across a fallen log and drug her thirty yards past the log and dumped her body in thick brush.

 

[UptaCamp]

One more, if I tell them all yall will think I am nuts, and I might be.
Years ago I was squirrel hunting on a wma and had worked down into a deep draw. It was thick woods and pretty dark for mid day. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like a small child and a grown man, man sounded mad and child was crying, pleading. And then all was quiet too quiet. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started toward the direction of the sounds and walked about 75 yards and came to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a huge downed tree and on top of the tree was Childs clothing, I got to the tree and found a little girls dress and panties and there was some blood on the panties over the tree it looked as if a small body had been drug through the trees. I ran like hell back to the truck and found a DNR agent, told him what I had found and heard and led him back to the spot. When we got there everything was gone no trail, no tree no clothes my hunting pack was still there so I know it was the same spot. He radios for another officer that had worked the area for thirty years, He is suspicious of me now, we walk back to the truck and wait for backup, now I am being detained. When the senior officer rolls up and gets his bearings is face turns white and he tells us that in the 70,s a little girls body was found in the exact spot and a sheriffs deputy had raped and killed her across a fallen log and drug her thirty yards past the log and dumped her body in thick brush.

 

[THREEJAYS]

One more, if I tell them all yall will think I am nuts, and I might be.
Years ago I was squirrel hunting on a wma and had worked down into a deep draw. It was thick woods and pretty dark for mid day. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like a small child and a grown man, man sounded mad and child was crying, pleading. And then all was quiet too quiet. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started toward the direction of the sounds and walked about 75 yards and came to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a huge downed tree and on top of the tree was Childs clothing, I got to the tree and found a little girls dress and panties and there was some blood on the panties over the tree it looked as if a small body had been drug through the trees. I ran like hell back to the truck and found a DNR agent, told him what I had found and heard and led him back to the spot. When we got there everything was gone no trail, no tree no clothes my hunting pack was still there so I know it was the same spot. He radios for another officer that had worked the area for thirty years, He is suspicious of me now, we walk back to the truck and wait for backup, now I am being detained. When the senior officer rolls up and gets his bearings is face turns white and he tells us that in the 70,s a little girls body was found in the exact spot and a sheriffs deputy had raped and killed her across a fallen log and drug her thirty yards past the log and dumped her body in thick brush.

Wow

 

[Putnambuck]

One more, if I tell them all yall will think I am nuts, and I might be.
Years ago I was squirrel hunting on a wma and had worked down into a deep draw. It was thick woods and pretty dark for mid day. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like a small child and a grown man, man sounded mad and child was crying, pleading. And then all was quiet too quiet. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started toward the direction of the sounds and walked about 75 yards and came to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a huge downed tree and on top of the tree was Childs clothing, I got to the tree and found a little girls dress and panties and there was some blood on the panties over the tree it looked as if a small body had been drug through the trees. I ran like hell back to the truck and found a DNR agent, told him what I had found and heard and led him back to the spot. When we got there everything was gone no trail, no tree no clothes my hunting pack was still there so I know it was the same spot. He radios for another officer that had worked the area for thirty years, He is suspicious of me now, we walk back to the truck and wait for backup, now I am being detained. When the senior officer rolls up and gets his bearings is face turns white and he tells us that in the 70,s a little girls body was found in the exact spot and a sheriffs deputy had raped and killed her across a fallen log and drug her thirty yards past the log and dumped her body in thick brush.

One more, if I tell them all yall will think I am nuts, and I might be.
Years ago I was squirrel hunting on a wma and had worked down into a deep draw. It was thick woods and pretty dark for mid day. I heard muffled sounds that sounded like a small child and a grown man, man sounded mad and child was crying, pleading. And then all was quiet too quiet. The hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got a real bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I started toward the direction of the sounds and walked about 75 yards and came to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing was a huge downed tree and on top of the tree was Childs clothing, I got to the tree and found a little girls dress and panties and there was some blood on the panties over the tree it looked as if a small body had been drug through the trees. I ran like hell back to the truck and found a DNR agent, told him what I had found and heard and led him back to the spot. When we got there everything was gone no trail, no tree no clothes my hunting pack was still there so I know it was the same spot. He radios for another officer that had worked the area for thirty years, He is suspicious of me now, we walk back to the truck and wait for backup, now I am being detained. When the senior officer rolls up and gets his bearings is face turns white and he tells us that in the 70,s a little girls body was found in the exact spot and a sheriffs deputy had raped and killed her across a fallen log and drug her thirty yards past the log and dumped her body in thick brush

That's spooky, I don't even know what to say except WOW, holy moly!!!!

 

[Fear Itself]

Lady in the corn field....

About fall of '92 or '93 we were living in my wife's family farm house in Nacoochee Valley. I would take walks with our dog down past the barn and work down the side of Chicamauga creek and let the pup play in the water and eventually come to the bridge that separates the farmland to the corn field and pasture on the other side.

When you cross the bridge, the bottoms are split with the cow pasture on the right and the corn field on the left. As it was fall, the combine had been busy harvesting the corn and wanted to see if the deer had found it yet so me and the dog went through the fence to look for tracks.

The field had been 95% harvested except for a patch about 20' X 60' and it appeared that the old combine had probably broken down trying to finish up. From where I stood in the corner near the gate I saw a little old lady about 100yds upstream to my left walking straight towards me and the dog on the edge of the field. For reference, the combine and standing corn was about 35yds to my right. As she came towards me, I could tell she was old. Like an old apple head doll old and short. She was dressed in only what I could describe as pioneer clothing. Pale blue dress, apron and a bonnet like your great grandma wore. She was about 100' from me and I waved and yelled hello. No reaction, just kept coming. 75' - waved and hello, louder. Figured she's old, deaf and half blind. Nothing. At 50' I stepped closer and greeted her again and still no reply. I wasn't spooked yet, she seemed friendly enough and harmless. You have to understand, both our families been here for generations and we know most folks.

After waving and greeting her several more times with no reaction, I was pretty befuddled. The dog just sat at my feet motionless as she got within 10' of me. She then turned in front of me to my right along the edge of the brush line alongside the pasture towards the combine. She goes past the combine about 30' beside the little patch of corn and turned and went in. Now that got my attention, LOL. I could see cleared field 75 yds past that corn and 100 yds to the left across the field.

I waited a minute or two to see where she'd pop out and she never did. Being mighty curious, I walked up past the combine and the last little bit of corn and nothing. No old woman. There is no possibility that she could get past me in any direction. If you're familiar with fallow corn, you understand that you can see right through a 20' X 60' stand. Maybe 5 minutes have passed and I've paced that combine and corn with no results. I looked around that empty field one last time and low and behold 100 yds across the field, there she is across the barbed wire standing in the woods! She couldn't covered that ground in that amount of time if she had to. No way, no how!!! Much less without me seeing her.

Here's the part that spooked me. When I spotted her, she was drilling her eyes straight through me. Damn, I get chilled just recounting that stare, as she never made any kind of eye contact before. I stood by the harvester and watched her turn around and take a few steps and disappear into the woods. Me and the dog decided best go back to the house. Look for deer tracks another day.

 

[Propilot]

Not a camping story but here goes....

About 10 years ago I had a trip to Luxembourg I was flying a 747 and on what I believe was a Thursday afternoon after landing and securing the aircraft we were Limoed to the hotel in downtown Luxembourg, as was my practice I went to the room and took a 45 minute nap then got up and went to find dinner and usually go back to sleep trying to get on the time zone sleep cycle, as we were not due to leave Luxembourg until the next Monday evening so I had several days to layover and explore the city.

Well at any rate when I return to the room after dinner the meal did not agree with my constitution, so I tossed and turned most of the night and finally decided to get up and go at about 1:00 o’clock in the morning and go to explore the city while no one was out.

After walking down one of the rivers in town and seeing a lot of old historical buildings and architecture I decided to walk out to the airport which is about an hour and a half walk from downtown Luxembourg.

The city at that time felt very safe and it is a clean place and a lot of historical monuments especially if you are in the World War Two stuff. you see the city of Bastogne is not very far by car that was the site of the historic battle of the bulge in and around the Black Forest, which is interesting in and of itself, anyway on my trek out it was very peaceful and relaxing and just prior to the airport on the South side is the Luxembourg American military cemetery the site on which General Patton is buried.

I visited his grave along with the 100’s of fallen heroes. they have several monuments there talking about his third army and the 8th Air Force, which was the support of general Patton, my father was in the eighth Air Force flying P 47’s out of England during that time.

I visited general Patton’s gravesite and began to walk down the hill and observance of many of the monuments of the hundreds of soldiers that gave their life during the World War Two

The grave markers are laid out in a fan shaped pattern (if you go to Google Maps you can see what it looks like just South of the Luxembourg airport) and it slopes downhill at the bottom of the hill are several marble benches where you can sit and remember our fallen.

I reached this military cemetery somewhere around 6:00 in the morning just as the sunlight was coming up and had made my way to those benches and was sitting there in aww and respect.

The leaves on the trees were turning brown as I believe it was in August just as fall was beginning to start and the air was cool and crisp and about sunup I noticed that while I was sitting on the bench that a low ground fog begin rolling in coming out of the forest from behind me it's slowly worked its way uphill and the fog was fairly dense but it was only about knee high you could walk through it but you couldn't see your feet it was so dense.

Sitting there on that bench I could see the fog working its way up the hill of the markers for the graves and occasionally I could see that fog was being parted as if someone were walking through the fog, but I observe no one there but myself.

A very eerie feeling to see that for the time I was there it was deathly quiet except occasional sounds of what I am not sure today sounded like explosions and muffled faint sound of gun fire.

This experience has left a mark on my soul!

 

[Black Mountain Industries]

My father and I were motorcycle camping this past October up in Marion, NC. We rode up to Lineville Falls and hiked around the area after setting up camp. We read about the placards on the history of the falls and how the local Indians killed the Lineville hunting party at one of the gorgeous views. While walking back up the trail, I fell a little behind, and just before dusk, I felt something pull hard on the back of my shirt. I spooked and ran up the hill to catch up with my father.

 

[Deleted member 93988]

Not camping but very scary, My grandfather was my best friend and for 27 years I was his shadow, about 5 years after his death I had to have reconstructive surgery on my ankle. Surgery went well and I was sent home, 24 hours after being home I passed out and was in a comatose state for 3 days, I store morphine in my fat cells and combined with the heavy duty pain pills I basically overdosed, On the third day I woke up and my grandfather was sitting in a chair in the corner of the hospital room. But he was transparent, I asked him if I was going to die and he spoke and said not today, I asked why are you here then and he said to keep them from taking me and to tell me he would always be with me, he disappeared and I coded one more time. Some have said the whole thing was a figment of my imagination and due to the drugs but I know better, and he has visited me a couple of other times since then.

 

[BIKER13]

I had a visitor when I was in the hospital after open heart.

 

[41mag]

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At post #147 41mag replied with a haha??? I'm serious about what happened to this guy. His face is seriously distorted and scarred now. His nightmare was/is very real.

i did that because of the ‘hyenas’ - laughing hyenas dude , lol . I dig the tale