Experiences in the Woods

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Creepy stuff you found/happened to you in the woods.

>be 1am >walking down wooded levee area >sharing a beer with my best bro > flashlight reflects off something >we slide down part of the levee to check it out > a recliner sitting under a tree facing a perfectly fine old tv on a stand

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I found a horse. It was dead, and it smelled awful. I couldn't get close, so I started to throw rocks at it. Something made "splosh!" and a sea of fleas emerged, with a scent that made me choke and almost vomit. I had to immediatly leave the area. I wasn't able to stay there.

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>be 8 or 9 >at a small forest (more like a big park in the middle of a city, about 3 or 4 square km of forest) >playing with my friends (it was a school event) >went exploring >found a small creek and a ruined cabin >dared my friends to go to peek inside the cabin, got afraid and went all of us (3 guys, all the same age) > cabin full of stuff and ruined furniture >one of my friends said that there was a corpse but I'm sure that it was only a bunch of clothes >anyways, we left and one of the guys talked with his teenage brother about the cabin >go to the cabin again, this time with the older guy.... >found the creek, found everything we saw (there was a electric tower and some other reference points nearby) but no cabin (no ruins, no debris or stuff, just nature)

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>6/7 years old >In the back yard with my best friend at night >There was a creek and on the other side was a huge hill and very thick forest area >Looking down the creek, we can only see a bright light >It would slowly dim and just as slowly light up again >Still really don't have any idea what it was, and never saw it again after

Not very scary but I wanted to contribute.

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>Be 13 >At my friend's ranch house in the mountains >Both feel brave enough to go explore the 20 acres of avocado trees at night with no flashlight >Have to pee, seek out the porta-potty on the property >Walk up to the door, see something white out the corner of my eye >Look toward the source >In the distance, in front of a tree is a glowing white figure, shaped like an angel with wings >NOPE NOPE NOPE >Realize that I don't have to pee that bad anymore and sprint all the way back to the path where my friend was waiting

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>hiking out in the woods one day about 2 months ago >come across random grouping of large boulders >never seen these before >looking around, notice there's some small trench dug under one of the boulders >notice some fur, oh wow, it's a den >fur doesn't move, decide to poke it with a stick (crikey) >doesnt move after poking, decides to pull fur out, very bad move. turns out, the fur was one of 3 dead foxes under that rock. each one had a broken neck, with the head twisted 180 degrees back like an owl, and their spines and ribs broken. but they had hardly any signs of decomposition and no other wounds than those.

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>Be 13 >Sister is 10 >Go to forest by grandma's house >Hottest day in summer >Forest is typically used for parties and dirt biking >Today, absolutely no sound in forest today >Eerie feeling throughout forest >Get to center, decide to turn home >Upon going home, encounter a fork in path >Where paths reconnect,  see a pale white, naked boy with long black hair sitting in the fetal position on a rock >Concerned, I slowly walk around the path and towards him >The closer I get, the more his body distorts itself >By the time I'm next to him, he is gone, only the rock remains. >"What the..." >Sisters asks "What is it, Anon?" >"Nothing, let's go home." >Heading home again >Five minutes later, I hear a loud scream from behind me >I turn around, and my sister is on the ground crying >I run to her, "What's wrong?" >Sister says "I turned around and I saw a pale white boy sitting in the fetal position behind me, he looked up at me and disappeared."

And then we noped right out of there.

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>Be 10 >Be visiting family friend who had moved to rural Kentucky >Be exploring the woods with family friend's douchebag kid >Wander aimlessly through woods for hours >Find old school bus reclaimed by forest vegetation >That's weird, we're like a good five miles into the forest with no sort of paths or road for it to get here >Walk a bit further >Almost dusk, find a dilapidated tin shack with no door >Wat.jpeg >Find broken window, peek in and see entirety of one room shack >See an old recliner, broken tv, coffee mugs, pile of yellowed newspapers that appeared to be previously used as a makeshift bed >Douchebag kid says we should climb through the window and investigate further >"Ok, why not?" >Suddenly loud bangs against the inside of the shack walls >Nope.jpeg >Run like hell >Get back to house shortly before sunset convinced we'd die if we didn't make it out before the sun went down.

Screw Kentucky.

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> Live in Illinois > Be dragged to Bachelor's by crew of bored friends > Decided to puss out and not go in with two other bros > Walk back to car parked on side street about a half mile down the road surrounded by forest > See dancing blue lights a little more than half way through walk > Question each other on what it could be >Friend says to shut up and asks if we hear talking > Don't hear talking >All of a sudden hear loud baby-like screech from behind us > Turn white and Nope.jpg all the back to the car

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>Living in east Tennessee >Appalachia has some scariness >exploring woods near neighborhood at night with Australian neighbor >hear voices >first an individual, then a crowd responds >STFU and follow voices >huge clearing in the woods >bunch of dudes in white robes >Australian neighbor doesn't know wtf is going on >I figure it's the Klan >we sit/watch/listen a few minutes, normal Klan nonsense >suddenly they bring out some dude with a bag on his head >say a bunch of crap about racetraitors >make him kneel >waitjustasecond.jpg >main speaker guy suddenly pulls out pistol >bullet in the back of bag guy's head >NOPE >all we can do to not scream >nope out of there and go home >tell parents >parents tell police >nothing was ever done about it

I'm glad we moved away.

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>be 12/13 >at my cousin's house up in Mississippi for Christmas >cousin lives in rural area in a town with maybe 40 people, lots and lots of wooded area >me and younger cousin derp and play round in the woods all day >we come in for the day >whole family including mine eats and is sitting in the family room watching TV >aunt tells me me and my cousin left some stuff outside and that I have to go get it >Eh fine >It's not completely dark, but almost >Walk out front door, and see mine and his bb pistols on a stump >stump's about 30 yds from the front door and 20 yds from the edge of some very dense woods >I start walking over there and grab the pistols and begin to turn back >Hear loud rustling from woods >not automatically scared, could be a deer or something >turn to what it is >Right inside the woods is this thing a lot darker than it's surrounding area >looked way too tall and thick to be human, also a very dark green >scared as hell and frozen >both the thing and I stare at each other for a good 5 seconds >I finally make one of my legs move >I'm not taking my eye off this thing >take a step back and crack a dry twig on accident >thing moves backwards and seemingly is enveloped by the brush >OHGODRUN.jpg >Run all the way back to the house >not say anything to anyone about it >can't sleep a wink the last 2 days I'm at my cousin's house

The next time I go to Mississippi for Christmas I insist I sleep with my brother and cousin instead of my own room.

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> Be 14-15 (2004-2005) > Live in rural, northwest Florida on "family homestead" > Moved there after could afford living in town > feelsbadman.jpg > "Homestead" is about 280 acres > Several houses (some family, some not) > Mostly cotton fields and miles of forest > Be waiting for bus; it's always late > Be October, maybe November > Fairly cold, especially for Florida (30-35°F) > Be about 6:00AM to 6:30AM > Know naval airfield is nearby > Looking at the sky being derpass having derpass morning smoke > Small community; everyone knows everyone > Get cellphone call from a cousin who drives the only other bus > Says my bus driver won't be picking me up > Asks if I want her to > Say I don't, that I can afford to miss > Finish cigarette, getting ready to go back inside to bed > Sky suddenly turns from light-blue to dull, burnt orange > Look off toward the naval aviation field (Whiting Field) > See bright (very bright) orange-yellow light shooting up > It's going towards the sky as high as can be seen > Cellphone beeps then turns off, see power in house flicker then go off > isthistherapture.jpg > whynotchristian.avi > Beam of light shoots-up, vanishes > Sky slowly turns back to blue > Wat > Be last year. Watching "UFO Files" on YouTube > Episode about "Area 52" in Utah > Start talking about atmospheric MASERs > Guy has video of one > Know what MASERs are > Know they don't work like sci-fi and conspiracy says > Show video > Looks identical to what was witnessed in 2004-2005 > NOPE.jpg

I actually have a lot of these, some of them directly involving the woods, some involving the area in general.

Tell moar?

[THEN HE DID]

> Be 16 (2006) > Out for Christmas break > Everyone is house leaves for work at around 4:30AM-5:00AM > Usually wake-up because used to getting up at 5:20AM for school > Wake-up after everyone has left > Make breakfast > Have coffee and smoke > Planned to go on a walk to woods on other side of field in front of house > Load-up compass, cigarettes, lighter, and notebook > No need for gun; don't plan on going into woods > Walk across field > Hear something along the ridge of the forest > Crouch into small field culvert and crawl through brush > Peek through > See nice, but fairly old ('70s) brick house > Back door is open > See no one - yet. > "Everyone in house[...]"*

> Light of dawn is beginning to make things visible > Man walks out of back of house dragging large, industrial garbage back > Hefts it onto his shoulder and carries it toward a shed > Guy comes out of shed > Pulls pistol (don't know what kind) out of waistband > Removes the slide and magazine > Lifts tin roof of small "hut" near the shed > Tosses it in; guy watches it > Assume it was his old well > Hears "tink" > Guy goes back inside > NOPE.jpg and scurry ass back to house > Lock all doors > Don't leave bedroom until 6PM when everyone gets home When I got home, I didn't call the cops. I guess I should have prefaced in saying that the community I lived in was unincorporated at ~22 miles from the nearest police station - even county. The closest form of "law enforcement" was the barely-manned forestry department which my great uncle worked at. An uncle I did not speak to (drug addict, raised gaming roosters, generally a dredge).

It would take at least 25 minutes for police to get out there, and I was the only one home on the "homestead"; even the other folks that lived nearby (neighbors, in effect) weren't home, as most people worked in the town some 25-30 minutes away, so left for work very early.

Whenever my Mother and Aunt got home, I told them; they called a local county sheriff deputy that was a friend of the family. Apparently he went and spoke to the guy. My Mother and Aunt told me he was a former "FBI agent" (could be any law enforcement or just a recluse people made up rumors about; no telling, that's just what they said) and lived in a fenced-in property that even the drive way had an iron gate with a keypad to get in.

Never heard back from the deputy, and I never went back to that spot again. That I know of, no one was murdered or, in the least, no charges were filed.

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>be about 12 >group of friends and I would ride BMX bikes along the creek >go to place called black bridge, lots of bike trails and ramps >see old car in the woods, far away from woods >blankets covering windows >don't think about it >keep returning everyday to hit sweet ramps >one day cops everywhere >inside car dead body, who knows how long >cops question us about body, we didn't know it was there all summer

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> Be March of 2005 > Be 15 > Be a few months after Hurricane Ivan > Friend is staying over > Decided to go derp around in the woods (which we always did) but assume it'll be interesting due to the hurricane damage > Immediately behind house is ~40-50 acres of woods, then an ATV trail, then some 300-350 acres of old-growth land owned by International Paper > Explore through the 40 acres; find nothing note: some spent cartridges, trash, buck scrapings, scat, etc. > Come onto ATV trail > Walk along it for around an hour > Eventually come to a demolish clearing; assume it was International Paper's doing > Demolished or not, there is a lot of tall undergrowth > Decide to explore it, as we never had > Make it through underbrush and find a dirt, grated road > Walk along it > Keep in mind, I have a 12 gauge, but my friend just as a Buck 110 knife > Really just take gun in case of snakes and such > Be walking for a good few hours (at least 3), but also exploring little spots near the road, so we weren't just straight walking > Come across another ATV trail intersecting the road > Nothing west; see something a few hundred yards along the east-side of the trail > Walk to it > It's a fairly small (9' tall; 8' long; 4' wide), concrete "shack" with a fairly new (it wasn't rusted) metal door and several antennae sticking out the top > Walk around the shack; it has coax. cable and wires coming up from a hole in the ground (a pipe) into the wall and up to the roof > No windows > Friend tries door; it's open. > Calls for me to come look > Inside is a metal folding chair, a "shelf" serving as a desk; a few Playboys; and two TV monitors attached to a VHS tape player/recorder > Turn on one of the TV's; nothing, just static > Turn on the other... > Apparently someone hooked-up a game camera and was recording what looked like a sewer access > TV shows roughly square foundation on the ground, painted with black and yellow caution lines; in the center is what looks like a bit of metal grating with a solid metal hatch > Friend and I just watch this for a little while > Hatch moves > Man wearing bright orange and green, utility coveralls climbs out of hatch, turns around, closes it, and bolts it > Man walks off screen > Friend and I look at one another... > Then bolt.

> Be a few months after the incident mentioned. > Friend and I have done nothing but talk about what we saw to each other. > Both of us have built-up the courage to try and locate the spot we found on the video. > Talk to family and friends about anywhere there might be "underground access" in the area. > Both of our families tell us that the only spot where something like that might be was at the old logging station where the railroad use to transport logs to the mill (now a museum) closer to town. > Get a map from my Grandfather, as he was familiar with the area (hunting and such), to where his memory tells him the old logging station and railroad tracks were. > Says the tracks likely aren't there anymore, or likely are heavily overgrown, but that the path where they went should still be visible. > Friend comes over for the weekend; we spend all Friday and Friday night discussing our plan for Saturday. > We promise not to tell anyone, but I secretly tell my Mother in case we don't come back, and take my cellphone just in case. > She doesn't agree with what I'm doing, but assumes it just a telecom conduit that someone was repairing, as BellSouth is everywhere down there. > Worst that happens is we're told to leave. > I never tell he there was a shack recording the spot. > Leave the house at around 8:00AM on Saturday. > Walk through the 40 acres and make it to the ATV trail. > Follow the ATV trail west (opposite from the direction of the concrete building) for about three miles. > Cut along the property line of a neighbor and International Paper's land (on the neighbor's side). > Make it to where the high electrical towers are, and follow it for around 2-4 miles. > We stopped for lunch (a sandwich each) at around this time; it must be between 12:00PM and 2:00PM, if memory serves me. > Walk over a hill on the route of the electrical towers, then at the bottom is the intersection of a path (the old railroad tracks) and the swathe of forest cut down for the electrical towers > No railroad tracks there to be seen, but it's definitely the spot indicated on the map. > The old tracks are mostly over-grown gravel with a few rotted cross-ties every few hundred feet or so. > To either side of the tracks every half mile or so are various poles; look to be electrical poles that were left, likely during the construction of the towers. > Most are really old; probably twenty or thirty years. > After about three miles on the tracks, the metal railroad shows up. Actual parts of the railroad that were left. > About a half mile more, and we find an old brick and wood building - or what was left of it. > All but one or two rooms had caved-in; wood, nails, debris, etc. was everywhere. > The brick walls and foundation were evidently crumbled, but there was no mistaking it. It was the logging station; we even found a few industrial band-saw blades. > Unfortunately, there was no underground access - not even a basement - to be found on this trip. > We figured it'd take us, as tired as we were getting, until around 6:00-8:00PM to get back to the house, and neither of us wanted to be out there at night.

> We did not back one more time though...

> Be later that year. > Original friend, myself, and another friend are at my house for the weekend and plan "camping trip" into the woods behind the house. > This is a cover story for our hike back to the station to see if we can find the access, but needed an excuse for the three of us to borrow their respective family's tents. > We make plans to stay just outside of the logging station Saturday night, then look for the access and come back on Sunday. > None of us really expect to find anything. More than anything it was meant to be a trip to smoke cigarettes, smuggle some beer, and generally be teenage derpasses.

> Saturday morning, myself and my two friends get up at around 5:00AM (grudgingly), get the 12 gauge, a box of shells, and start on our way. > We follow the same route as before and make it to the logging station at around 12:00PM to 1:00PM after having a breakfast of crackers and sodas on the ATV trail at around 10:00AM.

> Original friend and I are use to these hikes. > New friend is not. > New friend has over-protective parents who only agreed to "camping" after speaking to both my Mother and the original friend's Father. > Whatever. > None of us are in a hurry, so we take it slow, generally just goofing-off and enjoying ourselves.

> We end up detouring and showing new friend the shack; we couldn't get in because a lock had been put on the door. > Original friend and I were both a bit alarmed by this, as it shows it was active, but we keep it to ourselves as to not spook new friend. > As I said: new friend is not use to things like this. > Back on point.

> We made it to the station at between 12:00PM and 1:00PM. > After doing a bit more exploring, we set-up our tents. Original friend has a pump tent, new friend as a Coleman tent, and I have a lean-two one-man tent and a sleeping bag. > Original friend and new friend go along the tracks looking for logs and tender while I clear a spot in the old tracks for a fire to keep it away from the woods. > We get a fire set up by around 5:00PM after derping around and start to roast some hot dogs from the small cooler new friend's Mother made him bring. > We picked-on him about it the whole way, but were glad he had, as by then all wanted food a bit more substantial than peanut butter crackers and Mountain Dew. > As it's getting dark, I bring-out half-a-fifth of Jack Daniels and about fifteen small bottles of various alcohols (I collected the little bottles.). > Original friend pulls out four packs of Marlboro Reds, a 3/4th fulls bottle of Smirnoff, and four luke-warm beers. > New friend pulls out three COLD beers he had took from his brother (but was too afraid to take more), and we picked-on him, but at least they were cold. > We proceed to smoke, drink, and try and teach new friend how to smoke, because he's so sheltered he doesn't even get how it's done... > By around 10:30PM-11:00PM, new friend is snoggered, original friend and I are a little on the far side of tipsy, but not hilariously retarded yet. > At around 11:15PM, we all get the bright idea to go look for the access THEN and not wait. > We grab our flashlights, hand-out the walkie-talkies (two) and split up. > I go one way with one, original friend and new friend go another. > I head off behind the logging station (back east, north-east or so) and the other two head off into the tree rows the other direction. > We keep talking to one another through the talkies at minimum every 10 minutes or so; it's about 30 minutes before I can't hear new friend babbling like an idiot. > After about an hour, maybe 90 minutes, original friend whispers over the walkie-talkie that he's found something and I need to come as fast as I can. > In around 30-35 minutes, I make it to where they are. > Found it. > There's a camera about 15 feet up on a tree in a small, wooden and plexiglass box with cables running down the tree into the ground. > The foundation is about 12' by 12' with a 1.5' by 1.5' metal hatch in the center. > We look around for a bit; realize the hatch is locked, but do find what was either a name-tag or an ID card about 50 yards away along the rows. > Name was " Artenieu", says his occupation was an electrical engineer. Can't remember much else.

> The hatch starts to squeak. > Someone is coming-up. > We bolt it and around 40-50 yards back toward camp, all three of us hide behind some bushes to watch. > Man in orange and green utility coveralls comes up. > He's carrying a faded blue tool box and some digital device in his other hand. > Behind him, another guy comes up dressed much the same but wearing a hard-hat and carrying a wood box a bit bigger than a cigar box.

> This guy dotes this box like his life depended on it. > None of us can see what - if anything - was written on the box, as it was too dark. > After the first man closes the hatch, he presses some button on the digital device he held. > Lights suddenly burst on along a row of trees opposite of where we were, heading away from our camp. > Lights were strung-up in the trees and apparently on a wireless trigger. > Both men walk along the lit path. > We all settle in our spot for what seemed like an hour. > We all wanted to make sure, whomever they were, that they weren't going to spot us. > After that, we go back to the hatch and I flip my flashlight on while the other two shield the light.

> "Electrical Conduit - Secure - 1299A - Authorized Personnel Only" was written in black across the bottom of the hatch. > Across the top, in faded red; "RESTRICTED - NO CIVILIAN ACCESS"

> We make it back to camp as fast as we can. > Snuff out our fire. > Huddle in new friends tent and, to this day, have no better explanation for what is under there than "telecom" as my Mother original suggested.

> The fact they used "civilian" still bothers me to this day.

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Happened almost a year ago. >trying to make our way back home after a day of hiking with a friend. >It's now night and we have to walk an hour on a trail through the woods. >Have flashlight out >see flashlight off pointing back at us about half a mile down >think it's another hiker, politely try not to shine my light on them. >light still bounces around as we walk towards it. Stayed there for about 5 minutes. >Then it just turns off. >friend and I start to get scared because it was just odd. >never see light turn back on and we have to walk that direction because only one trail. >Get really freaked out when passing the point where the light turned off because we think a they are hiding in the woods. (there was an incident of a rape and murder on that trail) >dog that was with me stops and sniffs something. >look to see a squirrel that fell out of a tree. >pick up bleeding and broken squirrel and take it home >somehow squirrel lived and months later release it. Don't know what that light was but it was right where we found the squirrel.

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>be about 2 years ago >camping in campground with 3 friends >decide to swimming at night >bring small maglight, the kind you twist to turn on >drop all our stuff on a log and stump >turn off flashlight, and face it towards the lake >we start swimming for maybe 6 minutes >flashlight turns on >wtfnope >all of us are scared >girl1 cries out whos there >no answer > say screw it, and walk towards the flashlight >feet like cement, don't wanna move but force myself to >get to flashlight, look around, nothing there >we go back to campsite, shaken but relieved.

I probably didn't turn the light off all the way, and turned on by itself. Scared the crap out of us though.

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Nothing extreme. Just found an old tin sign from what looked like a 50's diner that said, "Perk 'Em Up Coffee Shop" nailed to a tree, with a bunch of mugs and glasses with what looked like black fermented something in it. Not overly creepy to describe, but pretty screwed up to come across in the woods in almost entire darkness.

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>be 17 >jogging in forest to see if  can jog thru it in under 9hrs >it was summer, mom said to go outside to do something >about 3hrs in  stop near a lake to rest >look at lake >some walks out from the lake >semi nope thinking maybe he went diving >about 15 more start coming out of lake > dont like this scoob >nope run out of there breathing hard >get lost >takes 7hrs to get out of forest

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Be 18 >Walking home from friends place >Miles of dirty highways and backalley rapists >For first time in life decide to take the heavily forested path back through the ranges >Follow signs and track at first >Stop for a joint halfway >Become lost >Night falls >Crap >Stumbling through increasingly thick bush in the dark >Find the path again after what seems like hours of searching >Big old gnarled black tree up ahead >Hear weird noise like an animal choking on food >Look closer >There is a naked guy thrusting against the tree, wailing savagely >Nope nope nope all the way home

As a sort of epilogue I later found out that tree had a bad reputation which nobody would explain to me, and that it was located directly outside the property of a local sicko. So nothing supernatural. Only the most horrible experience of my life.

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Happened to me yesterday, made a thread about it but it died pretty quick

>go for a walk to cleanse my troubled mind >walk into to field to chill there >very sunny >walk into woods next to field >no paths or anything just walk in >find pond with chair by it >find very smal cabin like 3 feet high and wide >it's locked with a bolt >some litte air holes >NOPE.avi >stillcuriousthough.mp3 >open the door >no dinosaur >have to pull it off its rusty hinges >inside soemone had dug a little >random items like a electric fan, a battery, rusty knife, white spots (candel wax?), camping chairs, plastic bags > some other weird construction next to it >plastic canvas with two logs on it >other canvas with wooden square underneath >that'sallfolks.jpg >get goosebumps >gtfo >return to fix door >also see some lamps hanging in a tree >decide to run out of there >come home talk about it with mom >agrees it's pretty freaky but nothing more

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Okay.

>Be 12 >Camping in the woods not far from my house >With 10 other people >We get high >Start telling scary stories

>An hour later we're all trying to sleep >Something hit the tent >One of my friends goes out to investigate >Comes running back into the tent >Says he seen a "little person".. >We're all freaking out

>Looking out the tent window >See a small shadow running

>NOPE

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alright I can contribute >Be about 6/8 years old >Family takes a trip to China to pray to a dead relative >End up in a super rural part of southern china >We meet up with some of the relatives that live in the village there and get ready for ceremony or something to be honest I had no idea what was going on... too young to give a damn >Anyways me and my sister were damn bored and decided to run off into a bamboo forest that was just across from the house my relatives lived at >We both run pretty deep into the forest I say we ran for about 10 minutes straight not knowing what we were looking for >Suddenly I see a little old seemingly abandoned shack up ahead >Me and my sister decided to check it out >Next to the shack was a fenced off pen that was about 5' tall I remember I had to climb up to see what was in it >inside the pen were two of the largest pigs I had ever seen in my life they were probably as tall as I was at the time >Suddenly my sister nudges me and points to the ground near the pigs feet > "Anon, look do you see that?" > In the mud were two human fingers > me and my sister looked at each other then looked back at it >before we could decided what to do next a shaggy old man pops out of the old shack and stares at us >me and my sister noped so fast out of there back to the village >I don't remember if we told our parents when we got back >but later that day we had a roasted pig for the ceremony

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>Be 15 >Playin hide and seek in the woods on a late evening (game goes all night) >Had over 15 people playing. (you get found your either out or you have to find people) >Game takes place in the woodland part of kansas ('m not from kansas) >Me and 2 other guys walk around for a couple hours in the woods. Its now night >Walk into a valley and decide to sleep under a tree at the bottom. >Couldn't sleep, felt weird ever since we went into that valley >Other two guys go to sleep and I'm bored. There isn't a single noise at this point, not even animals, just the gentle wind blowing the leaves >I decided (being the dumbass I was) that I had to find a better place to hide (plus I had to piss) >Start walking and the feeling of being watched goes away >Start noticing ash marks on the ground >Look at them while walking, run into a blood-red yarn doll hanging from a tree >freak out >turn around to run back to the guys >Look up and see a lanky white figure standing in the treeline watching the guys sleep >NOPE.jpg I figured it was a woman because it had black hair >Then she turns and looks directly at me >ohgod.jpg >I'm literally frozen in fear >she stares at me for what felt like a minute >It takes a moment to sink in that she was real and this actually was happening to me >Then the she glides back into the woods, not making a single sound. >I sprint back to the guys and wake them up >I tell them what happened, they laugh it off but see that I'm freaked out >We walk back to the house Needless to say, whenever I visit my relatives I dont go in the woods anymore.

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>out in the middle of nowhere >walking for some time through thick forest >suddenly come across evidence of habitation >looks like a sort of network of people, clearly at least several people have been inhabiting this area >night is starting to set in, so I back off a distance and set up my tent for the night >sleep, wake up past midnight, hear distant voices singing; ignore it and sleep >night passes without incident except sudden onset of nausea and anxiety which is weird for me >morning comes, I notice that during the night someone lit a fire about 30 metres away from me >they knew I was there, whoever they were

I just want to reinforce that this was in the middle of nowhere. Pic is one of the photos I took. This particular camp looked old, but I also found a crude wooden gate nearby with an open plastic container containing cooking implements. It was just weird, especially how I sleep very lightly, was waking up every half hour or so, and yet didn't hear anyone (or smell anything) making a fire so close to me.

I know there are "feral people" who live hidden lives out in forests - I've had encounters with some. Most are just homeless people who want to avoid the city, some are like me - explorers, rough travellers, and others are insane. But I'd never before seen a network of this size so far out before, without seeing a single soul. Whoever they were, they wanted to remain hidden. The fire was a warning to me.



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> Last year had a school camp down south > Our group is staying in old house/ demountable > Finish all the activities for the day and mess around till 10:30ish and superviser makes us go into house shack to get sleep. > Wake up from hearing something move a chair or something outside, everyone's asleep. See dark figure walk past the glass door. > Freaking out atm. > Glass door slides open and hear footsteps walking towards the dinning table and then something sitting on the chair. > Hiding under blankets and peaking from a tiny gap under the blanket. > Glass door shuts it self and the fireplace goes out.

Wake up and see burnt footsteps on the floor from the door leading to the chair. >The heck?

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>Backwoods hiking >Middle of nowhere >Make it to camping spot for the night >Decide to set up my hammock tent up in the tree (bears everywhere) >Eat an MRE >Get ready for sleep when I hear shuffling and muffled voices >Look down outside of my tent >A guy with a shovel and a bag >"Gotta bury the pieces so she doesn't show up again" >"Gotta keep her from escaping" >Slowly grab my Sub2000 from my backpack >Unfold it quietly >Sit above this dude aimed at the back of his head, just in case >3 hours like that, slowly shifting as I get stiff >He finally finishes and leaves >Wait around a little longer >Finally go to sleep >Wake up in the morning >Take down my stuff, pack it up >Inspect the spot he was digging at >Polka dotted fabric sticking out of the ground >Nope.avi out of there and notify authorities >Turns out, it was the body of a 4 year old girl the man had abducted 3 weeks prior

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>visiting distant relatives in west virginia >exploring up a "holler" >find small hole under a fallen log in a bank of dirt >some kind of long bone sticking out >pull on bone >something pulls back

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>be hiking near "lost city" >hear noises, assume animals >lots of coyotes, bears, mountain lions, feral dogs in area >find deer skeleton laid out perfectly near stream >no flesh is left, bones still intact, like it just laid down and died >hear more noises >think of all the scavengers that would love to chew up a deer carcass >no signs on this perfect skeleton >nope, woods are cursed, gtfo

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>be hiking near "lost city" >hear noises, assume animals >lots of coyotes, bears, mountain lions, feral dogs in area >find deer skeleton laid out perfectly near stream >no flesh is left, bones still intact, like it just laid down and died >hear more noises >think of all the scavengers that would love to chew up a deer carcass >no signs on this perfect skeleton >nope, woods are cursed, gtfo

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>be 12 or 13 >Uncle owns a cabin on a private lake >My cousin and I go exploring in woods behind cabin >Come across creepy-ass graveyard, headstones are all from 1800s >Most of them are kids >Cousin and I formulate a plan and stash our walkie-talkie (parents made us take it for safety purposes) behind a gravestone >Go back to cabin, act nonchalant, cousin goes upstairs to "take a nap" >ask my younger brother and sister and cousin's younger sister if they want to go explore >Cousin grabs white sheet and other walkie-talkie and follows us >When I reach the graveyard with the younger kids, cousin loops around and flits between the trees under the sheet while saying disjointed creepy things into the walkie-talkie, which sounds like it's coming from a child's grave >little cousin and siblings flip out >successful family vacation

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>Be 15 in small town Wisconsin >Staying the weekend at a friends house, he lives about 7 miles out of town in a sparsely populated area, surrounded by woods. >Sitting in his room, decided to wait until his dad goes to sleep so we can get stoned and wander around. >1:30-1:40 a.m. Gather flashlights and some jackets, sneak out window and drop off deck, weed and bowl in tow. >Start walking towards forest line and wander into woods. Eventually we find what looks to be a deer path after about 20 minutes of walking, decided to follow it and burn one while walking. >Path eventually breaks open into an absolute clearing. Circular, about the circumference of a small water tower. >theheck.jpg >See a path straight across, and one to the left of this circular area. >Decide to take the left path. >About 300 yards in, spot something glinting from the flashlight. >Decide to check it out and approach the glinting object. >Get closer and find out it's an old dovetail chair NAILED to a tree about 2 feet off the ground. >The glinting object was a little necklace locket, opened and empty hung over the top nail. Just swaying back and forth. >Feel a little odd but continue anyway. >Further away from the chair, start seeing objects laying along the path, scattered pieces of glass/window frames, an old tire or two, some old broken toys and lawn chairs. >Step into an overgrown area of the path which looked to be a clearing at one point. >Friend and I are creeped out >Friend and I stand back to back and shine our flashlights around the area, moving closer to the center. >Old, dilapidated campers are scattered everywhere around us, tiny little tin/wood storage or outhouse buildings are leaning or falling over. >Scattered pieces of furniture are precariously arranged around makeshift tables. >Investigate. >Objects on the tables and ground range from dime store novels to comic books, childrens toys and old photos of random things dating from 1930's to late 1950's. (Pics were found inside an old sealed cookie jar.) >Friend is afraid to open the door to one of the campers. Tell him I'm freaked too but still want to do it anyway. >Approach one of the smaller campers, it was ugly, like someone had painted the whole thing in Bondo. >Tried the latch, seemed rusted so I tied a sleeve of my coat onto it and we both pulled until it flew open. >Shine the light inside to look around. >Look to the left and there's and old polished mirror stuck to the side of a small dresser by means of a knife. >Next 3 seconds in my head (See my reflection, see friends over my shoulder, notice knife lines up with my forehead) >Fall out of camper on top of friend. >He asks what the hell. >Don't answer, run over and slam the camper door shut. >Grab hold of friend and quickly explain what I saw. >Sweating bullets. >Friend tells me to calm down and we'll head back. >Slow my breathing and chuckle a bit. >Stick close to each other as we head back towards the path. >Friend suggests we avoid coming back, ever again. >Agree, and turn around to give the area a once over again with the flashlight. >I'm telling you >Light passes over that ugly camper >The door that took us so much effort to open falls completely off the hinges. >Not down, but OUTWARD. >Rotten birch tree by the camper falls and breaks one of the windows. >All in a couple seconds. >Friend gives OHGODWEGONNADIE face >Both take off running down the path until we pass the chair and reach the clearing. >Breathing hard and scared >Stop in clearing to catch our breath and flashlight everything. >Bad idea. >Either I hadn't noticed before upon arriving the first time, or something was happening. >Notice objects from the camper area were scattered sparsely around this circular clearing. >Whisper my observation to friend. >Run off to the right back towards his house. >Felt like throwing up the whole time. >Arrive back at the deck, hurriedly climb up, enter the window, close it behind us and pull the shades. >Sat on the floor sweating and panting, both scared out of our minds. >Discussed what just happened back there. >Eventually fell asleep with all the lights on. >Both wake up around the same time, friend grabs us some coffee while I make a few cigarettes for us. >Friend comes back with coffee and we smoke and start discussing what happened more in depth. >Still not making a whole lot of sense, friend brings something up. >Tells me the next time we're running away from something, cops or whatever that he's not carrying me again. >I ask him what he means >He says I had a death grip on the sleeve of his coat so hard he thought he was going to fall from trying to pull me and I should avoid crying because I was making such an ugly face. >Remind him I was in front of him as I was the first one in the clearing, the first one to the deck, helped him up and closed the window behind us. >Friend stands up and starts pacing/facepalming and cursing >Realize/was trying to comprehend the magnitude of that. >Room felt claustrophobic and chilly >Get up and hug my friend >Walk over and open the shades. >Crack in the window running the whole length vertically. >Fall down >We were both sick for the next couple weeks. >Never spoke of it or brought it up again. >9 years later, we live in different states, he's an organic chemist and I travel teaching business English. >We still talk occasionally and never directly bring up the event itself but all of the other weird stuff that has happened since "that night"

Absolutely true story, and I've never been as terrified in my life as that night. Thanks /x/ You're the first to hear of it outside of us two.

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>At mexico in a very desolated area where my parents live >Take old dirt path to town a couple of hours away by horse >See old house decide to spend night in it >Tie horse outside >Fall asleep >Wake up to horse crying and screaming >Huge bird trying to lift it off the ground >Sees me and fly away spreading its huge wings >NOPE back inside hear it flying around the house for about an hour. >Horse was dead terrified when I saw it in the morning

No idea what it was, and in this part of mexico all the towns are just like 50 people. The only major city is the state capital.

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>>Grew up in rural KS >>played in the woods behind out house almost every day when we were little >>stepdad went walking looking for deer antlers >>found dead deer 10 feet up in a tree >>cougar? >>Guess we're not playing in the woods any more...

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Not even remotely creepy, but somewhat interesting.

>Be 7 or so >Live in Mississippi >Decide to visit grandmother who lives in Pascagoula >Cousins say they found something cool >Take me into woods behind grandmothers house >Walking for 10 mins or so >Enter a dense patch of briars and see 10 graves within 5 feet of each other that are from the mid-1800s >Can't read names >Leave

>Be 11 or so >Go back to Pascagoula and visit cousin's house >They say they've found something cool again. >Go to woods behind their house >Find clearing with graves and an early model pickup wedged between trees >Open pickup door and find clothing and shovel >Decide we should cut down trees and claim ourselves a free pickup >Katrina >Go back to spot >Truck is gone as are gravestones

>Pascagoula has too many graves hidden in woods >Cousins have knack for finding graves >Natural disasters ruin cool places and stole our free truck

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A couple of my friends from high school were on the cross country team which would regularly run through the woods, didn't have pics but here's what they told me >Run by an old abandoned cabin nowadays >Went into the first floor one day and found some lighters, nothing much >probably some crackhead decided to use it >go into second floor >see a bunch of fairly recent (let's say 94-2003) yearbooks from our school >have, in the front and back covers, those places for people to sign >detailed, handwritten notes about how long it takes for people to drown, bleed out from different arteries, etc. >they nope outta there

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I have one, but it's probably nothing creepy.

>few days ago >go drive some old furniture to the junk yard with my granddad, its fairly far away because the smell and regulations and whatnot >we drive there, dump the stuff, driving back when my granddad decides he wants to go check the woods around the area for mushrooms >we park on a little dirt road just off the main road, get out, lock car, go looking for mushrooms >he goes further ahead and I just screw around near the car >find some wallet, hope it has some cash in it, nothing >then I see a tall black figure standing in the woods >greet him, he says nothing back, just goes away (behind trees so I couldnt see him) >I go a bit futher in, find a black old hat, not like a cowboy hat but more classy >take it with me cause I think it might be worth some money >put it on roof of car, go look for my grandad cause I have a crappy feeling and want to leave >get him, get back to the car, hat is gone from the roof.

I said nothing to him about it, we just drove off and I had this screwed up feeling in my head and stomach for a little while after.

Was probably nothing, just some other mushroom picker that stole it or something, but I thought it was really creepy.

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>back when I was 15/16 >I live in a rural area, I have little to no neighbors >There's a big forest near my house, decide to go drinking with some friends (I only had like 8 friends, only 6 came) >in the middle of the party >someone comes up to me and tells me > "Yo Anon, Marcos went missing" >Marcos is my best friend >leave friends drinking >We explore the forest looking for Marcos >2:00-3:00 A.M. >We find a little cabin >Go in there looking for marcos >Nothing in there, just some junk and old clothes >My friend (the only one who came with me) starts puking >Dude, what's wrong? >points to wall >shelf >It has animals organs (a wide variety, brains, hearts, eyes, tongues, etc.) >they don't look rotten or anything >fresh kills >NOPE out of the forest >1 day later >find out marcos didn't dissapear, he got way too drunk and returned home >everyone else did the same, but left no beer alive

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https://maps.google.com/?ll=27.848512,-97.207635&spn=0.001042,0.002064&t=h&z=20

This place is a local legend in my hometown, 2 cops were found dead in 94 at this spot, there was no reason for them to even walk through to woods here. In 98 a 16 year old kid came here and later was found dead in the same area. My friend and I went went their yesterday and he started puking and shaking violently. We left quick. Sorry for no details ill be back soon to give the full story. Please post google maps link to the location.

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https://maps.google.com/?ll=27.848512,-97.207635&spn=0.001042,0.002064&t=h&z=20

This spot is pretty weird, huge cutover in the middle of nowhere. Looks less impressive on the map because you actually feel a million miles from anywhere and can't see/hear the road out there. Also in the nearby graveyard a friend and I were followed by a shadowy "cousin it" thing.

Thinking about it now, it could have been someone screwing around in a ghillie suit. Could explain the cutover too, lots of army training around the area.

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https://maps.google.com/?ll=60.630202,6.176215&spn=0.004546,0.016512&t=h&z=17

Norway. Regularly went swimming with a couple of friends there. There were alot of dead tree logs there that we used to sit on when we weren't in the water. One day when I sat down on the usual one, I started feeling something inside it, as if it was humming. Turns out it was a metric ton of wasps in it. The wasps attacked and we got out of there. Decided to head to the other side of the lake instead of heading home as there weren't alot to do so far away from the city. When we got there I saw this tall, broady guy with a beard where we had been. He had this huge raggy coat and a large stick in his hand; Just standing there facing the lake. Pointed him out to everyone else and they saw him too, he didn't seem bothered by the wasp. Eventually he just turned around and walked into the forest. Later when the sun had started to set we decided to pack up and head back to the house. When we walked back through the usual path there were A LOT of strange logs among the trees. The logs were huge and bulky and I swear they kinda looked like the guy we saw by the lake. We couldn't recall seeing them ever before and people started freaking out, jumping by the sight of them and overall just losing their calm. We all started running and one of my friends even started tearing up, I thought I could hear buzzing in the distance too.

When we got home to the house I took a look to the forest and there something stood by the treeline, huge and burly with what I think was small swarms of insects around it.

Dont know if it were just simply paranoia or something like that, but every time I think about it I start shaking up. Just a plain feeling of dread.

Grateful that we eventually sold the house.

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Note, I live in backwoods.

About a year ago last month, I heard this god awful shriek, it sounded absolutely inhuman.

A few hours later, the the motion detector for animals goes off, and two of my windows break at the same time, and I hear this god awful growl, and this stench, awful stench.

I didn't sleep for weeks, but every few weeks, I hear that scream, but nothing went past my motion detector again.

It's been getting closer and farther, almost in pattern, for several months.

Note, I know what Fox's mating calls sound like, this was no Fox, nor was it any animal on Earth.

It sounded electronic, but at the same time organic. All I can tell you is, I've held on to my rifle a little closer than I previously did.

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>Tag along with my dad working for one of his clients >He's a hunter's guide and we're walking through a remote area this guy drew out in. >See a doe with an orange vest on it, less than a football field away. >It sees us, gets up on its hind legs, and waves at us while the mouth moves like its trying to smile, but can't. >Client looks into his scope at it. >It immediately gets back on all fours and runs off. >Client says that it had two entry wounds towards the heart and should have been dead.

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I have a meh level one. >Just moved to Ithaca New York >In this cold duplex/apartment thing >Odd things in general occurs in nearby woods

Examples:

>Four leaf clover >Smelling like something died one day, smell gone next

>One day, walking dog through woods >Notice odd-looking stump out of corner of eye >Meh >As I'm walking back, notice stump is on other side of tree >Dog starts flipping out, nope out of there

BTW, this thing moved by about 4 feet to a different position each day. My dog just always freaked out within 20-30 feet of that thing.

>Taking dog out for piss, be snowing in early December >See tall, pitch black, skinny guy walk out of the woods and just stare at me >Inhumanly tall >Dog stares in that direction, hair raised >Back away slowly, ready to run like hell >Person/thing turns back around, goes back into woods >Never feel comfortable in those woods again, dog never does either >Stump splits in two down to the base the day before I move

inb4 slendy

But really, it felt like something was royally pissed off in those woods. Even had nightmares of being dragged back in there into a pit by said tall figure.

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Found this well taken care of cross 20 miles from any road and 9 miles from any path. I was overcome with the feeling of needing a vomit and ran.



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>be hiking >stop to drink some water and rest up for a bit >getting ready to head back because it will be dark in about 2 hours >"Nice day for a hike isnt it?" from right behind me >no way some guy just walked up on me that stealthily in the middle of nowhere > I say "uh yeah  suppose..." >guy is in slacks, dress shirt, and dress shoes >he just smiles and nods and stares out at the scenery >start walking back >look behind me every few seconds to make sure he is not following >still just standing there staring at the woods

I was trolled hard or there was something seriously wrong with that guy.

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>Be staying at my cabin in Northern MN >Super rural, woods everywhere >Go outside with flashlight to grab some sticks for a fire >Hear rustling in the woods >Shine my flashlight >3 pairs of eyes staring at me >Oh cool, must be deer >I want to see them more clearly >Grab a more powerful flashlight/spotlight >Shine where the eyes were a minute ago >Aww, they left >Wait, those woods are like....solid brush >I couldn't have seen anything through that >They must have been closer to me than I thought >Close enough where I should have seen their bodies >Go back inside

I went back out to look again about 50 minutes ago because I like scaring myself, but no animals at all are making noise.

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>my family moves out to a small house in the country >exploring the backwoods for the first time >sudden massive sense of foreboding >path suddenly turns >find a skinned animal (raccoon?) in the middle of the path >NOPE

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>be about 13 or 14 >me and friend go walking around the woods in my back yard. >find a trail. >follow it. >see a knife stuck in a tree. >Me and friend "what" at the same time. >pull knife out of tree for keepsake. >3 seconds later hear a loud screeching sound. >followed by a thump on the ground and trees rusteling above. >me and friend frozen in fear. >10 seconds later we hear another screech far away. >me and friend Sprint out of the woods. >we agree not to talk about it as we would sound crazy.

Now I'm 20 and this is the first time I've mentioned it.

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>Last summer >shooting .22s with friends deep innawoods >I had my car parked in the middle of the trail surrounded by palmettos (pic related) >see a truck coming down the trail, realize we've blocked it with the car >go to warn driver to let us move the car >man in black jacket and sunglasses drives right by us >three dogs in cages in the truckbed >we follow immediately so we can let him through >lose sight of the truck around palmettos >turn corner to see my car exactly where it had been and NO sign of a truck >still can't explain it

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>be 10 years ago >be 16 >be huntan innawoods with my uncle >we are walking an area that hasn't been logged since the late 60's early 70's >uncle wants to head down the hill we're on to check it out while I decide to go up the hill >I end up on an old over grown logging road and slowly trudge up that > Suddenly I get this really weird sensation and I freeze. >Hairs on the back of my neck standing up >suddenly a 20lb rock comes flying out of the tree line and smacks into another tree on other side of the road. >thumb on safety >slowly back out and down the road >uncle meets me at the base like 5 min after I got there and he was coming up so it couldn't have been him

Still don't know what happened, prolly some old tweekers or something, but it was creepy.

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>Be 12 years old in early 2000s >Be camping with family in Adirondacks NY >Me and older sister (14) go hiking up this really steep mountain in the woods for a long time >Get to clearing at the top >Hear "Hey kids! Up here!" >See a very pale, thin bald man in a tight fitting dark suit sitting way up in a spruce tree, much higher than anyone could get as no branches down low >He looks really old and wrinkly and he's eating this really dark bloody meat and making these nasty smacking and burping noises >His face is smeared with blood >Overcome by most foul odor you can possibly imagine, like aweful rotten things >This pale man is tossing pieces of this nasty bloody meat down as he eats >Keeps commenting on how good it tastes and asks where he can find more. Says he murdered a family just over yonder and we can go check if we dont believe him >Sister burts into tears >We turn and run for dear life down the mountain >Turn expecting to see him chasing us but hes just screaming after us and laughing >We get back to camp and of course my parents dont believe us but do call the cops. >ONE ancient park ranger comes out and drives up the mountain to check it out >Comes back a while later saying all he found was a gutted deer, probably hunters >Sister got sick that night, puked all night >Late that night around the campfire I saw the man again in a tree just past our campsite, stil eating and I could hear him chomping and smacking even though he should have been too far away for me to hear >I started crying and no one else saw him

I remember the sheer horror I felt seeing that man. Nothing has ever scared me so bad as he did. I remember knowing somehow that no one can save me from him, not my dad, not my mom, not the police, no one, if he wanted to kill me.

Years later I brought it up to my sister and she literally freaked out.

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>Be 9 or 10 >Winter vacation >Spending it in small house on edge of huge forest in deserted village >It's getting dark >I don't care, playing in the snow by the forest >Suddenly unearthly shrieking noise >Sound is so loud and horrid I can;t do much but panic >Run to house >White as chalk, crying >Noone else heard anything >mfw

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Sup /x/ I'm bit bored so I'm going to a mildly creepy storie. Green text of course. >Be 16/17 >Live on a countryside with my parents. >I had few friends there, boy and his sister. >We used to adventure in the forest, fields. >Find an old house in the forest. >Sister tells me that its abandon house. >Hell yeah, me and my friends went to that house. >Wander on the yard. >Didn't have guts to go in to the house. >Friend "accidentally" throws a rock through the houses window. >Take few photos and leave. next day >Come back to the house. >Someone has fixed the windows. >Shieeeeet, we gtfo and never came back. Yeah I know, not that creepy, but its gets better. >Few weeks ago, read an article on the web. >"Murders in Pornainen (a village where I live)" >Article says that on the abandonhouse was happened two murders in 1980. Mother suffocated two of their children on a well filled with icy water. >Read the article more further and It says that "...after the mother was in mental hospital she came with her husband back to the house were the murders happened..." >Which means that the house were we broke the windows was not actually abandon. Hah! Me and my friends broke murderer's window. Cool. Few months after we visited the abandonhouse. >It's winter. >It's night, so it's dark. >Be chilling inside, when dad comes inside and says: >"Come outside, there are weird sounds coming from forest(where the abandon house is located). >forest block our sight to the house. But we can see the sky over the house. >The sky is red like fire. >Hear someone shout "HEEELP, HELP!!!" >Dogs are barking. >Too much snow, we weren't able to go to that house.

God knows what happened there.

Sorry about bad English. Picture relates, thats the house.



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>be 10 >living near a pretty decent sized forest >never really explored it before >decide to go check it out >wander deep in >see something in the distance >sprint over >it's a barbed-wire web >something that looks strangely like flesh dangling from it >ohmanohgodohmanohgod.avi >turn and run >boot sinks into mud >manage to tear foot free, leave boot behind >get home >mom is pissed that I lost boot >don't tell her what I saw >next day, storm >two days later, mom forces me to go find my boot >manage to get out there again >tree had fallen on the web >entirely broken >never found boot, probably got covered up by leaves >oh well

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>Having a walk with my dog on our usual path in the forest (which is linked to a cemetery) >Suddenly dog starts crawling, looking forward, growling > Feels a strange presence but see nothing > Dog refuses to advance, still growling > Scares the hell out of me, decides to go back

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>Traveling with church group on some retreat trip. >In the backwoods of Mississippi. >Riding church van down roads with little traffic. 4pm, a Sunday. >Friend ate a bad egg that morning, throws up on bus. >Ew, the stench. >Pull off at nearest driveway. >End up at parking area in front of a massive southern plantation mansion. >All of us look around, checking out the property. >Very pretty. Magnolias, azaleas, fields and trees, whitewashed. >Look up at 3rd floor window and see the curtain pulled back, and a child [at least I assume, it was small] was looking at us. >Another friend looks up and sees the same thing I did. >My eyesight at the time was horrible, he said it was a little girl >Excited, he goes back to ask our driver and chaperone if we could go on the tour. >She tells him that today is Sunday, no tours. >I come up and ask if anyone lives here. >"No one's lived here in almost forty years, Anon." >I look up at the window where I saw the girl before, so does my friend. >Of course the curtain is undisturbed and the girl is not there. >NOPE NOPE back to the van with my friend. >Find out a few years later this house is haunted, thus the maintenance of the property and tours offered. >Haunted by a little girl that died in a horrific fireplace accident on the 3rd floor in the nursery of the home.

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>Be on some pasturelands belonging to a friend of my father (with my father and brother) >Father friends gives us permission to hunt >Wildboars have been killing his cattle >We're hunting for the boars and some hares, hopefully >At some point in the night we hide behind some scrubs that surround the place were animal drink, more like a really big puddle than anything but I don't know the name in english >We see a horse go for a drink >We do see some hares but leave them since we want those boars >I start to fall asleep (about 30 hours out of sleep) >My brother wakes me up passing the rifle >one boar is approaching the... from out of some scrubs and other undergrowth and there's more noise >it takes me a really long time to actually point and shoot, I can't see anything through the sight because I'm half asleep >two shoots ( would later realize one shot went through the intestine and ruined the meat for us, leaving it for the dogs) > we go down to approach the body >the rest of the boars are still roaming the scrubs evidently pissed off and emulating as if they were about to charge at us, always retiring at the end >a shot and the flashlights finally disuade them >and while they are retiring I notice a shadow running in two legs along them

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>Geocaching with friends >Gets dark >Fallow a railroad in the forest what will probably lead to the catch >Enter the forest >now deep in the forest >See some lights up hill, like someone is following us >Lights are now behind us on railroad >not a train >RUN!

Probably lame but only one  can remember for now.

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Two, one not scary but was kinda creepy and cool, 2nd was a little weird.

>Night hiking by Shrewsbury amongst the remains of a crashed B17 Bomber from WWII. >Clear night, bits of metal everywhere, no way anyone survived.

2nd.

>Hiking through Snowdon National Park. >We've made camp for the night and have been sitting around our fire having a drink about 12 at nght. >Look up to a hill about 2-3 miles away. >See lights moving insanely fast, like car at speed fast. >No roads on that hill. >Nope.

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>live in Nowhere, Indiana out near the woods >routinely see weird stuff in sky >coming back from friend's house, see that emergency light over neighbor's barn has a second, much larger light over it >wat.tiff >have mom come out of house to look, she agrees it's weird >get dad, who's skeptical as all hell >"it's just a plan-" >as he's talking, it goes bright enough to light up the barn and then abruptly disappears >"Go inside, lock the doors, and lock the windows."

I seriously hate living in the country.

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> teenager, walking through woods > trying to find a spot where I saw some interesting plants the year before > walk through dense foliage, off the trail > suddenly find little clearing with low overhanging tree > crawl under it > see all kinds of women's and girls' panties hanging from the branches > found it threatening and creepy as pedophiles have been active in those woods

I also remember finding porn booklets stacked in hollow trees, and once or twice even in the middle of a path. Curious as a kid, naturally, but now I'm sure someone must have been watching me flip through those booklets.

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>be 10 >walking in woods with brother >notice everything is weirdly quiet >brother stops dead in tracks >refuses to move >finally see the guy crouching that my brother is staring at >big, old, gruff and dirty, torn clothes and hairy > swear  saw blood on his face and hands >we turn and run back to our house, a good mile or two sprint >we lock all the doors,  hide under my bed >continue to freak out about it 10 years later

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>Be 14, at my friends families rural cabin with his dad. > His dad has to leave due to a fire (volunteer fire fighter) trusted us to man up and take care of ourselves. >We BS about stories at school, our next d&d game, what girls we are crushing on, next wrestling tournament etc. > Starts getting cold, and we are running out of fire wood. > Hear a odd howl from the woods, figured it was wolves > More howls, but they seem darker. > We dismiss it and continue BSing, it's Louisiana swamps so what ever > Decided we need more fire wood because it is getting even colder (about 50 and its July in Louisiana so very odd) > Man up, get a flash light and go to the back while he tries to call his dad again. Seems a lot warmer outside put the flashlight on a hanging cord, tie it up, take the axe and start cutting the wood. > Hear the howls again > I got a ax  am 14 and invisible what ever > Hear something brusling around the swamp area. > See red eyes >Grab the flash light....see something that is hard to discribe >It is a gator with while scales, standing on its hind legs, long arms, and the head of a wolf. > Piss myself, run inside with the ax > Friend calls BS and the wrestling team calls me "Pisser" for a few months.

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>live near wooded area in 2003 >go out with friend and explore >sometimes go to this sandy area that had small pond in the middle of it >one weekend we decide to camp there >it's only 20 minutes away so parents are fine with it >during the day we set up the tent then go exploring like usual >feel kind of uneasy for some reason >pass it off as excitement >starts to get to be the evening and we head back to the tent >have juice boxes to drink and candy to eat >we tell a few ghost stories to try and scare each other >end up falling asleep around 12:00PM >wake up around 2 or 3 hours later and need to piss >unzip tent and go to take piss on nearby tree >get done pissing then notice something >light coming from pond area >walk over and look into water >see what looks like a metal hatch at the bottom with light coming from the cracks >wake up next morning >don't remember getting back into tent >think it was all a dream >need to piss >get up and go to tree to piss >smells like piss >"Wait a minute..." >wake up friend and ask him if he went to go to the bathroom that night >he says he didn't >NOPE

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>camping with friends >walking along this path with my friend talking loudly >she asks me >"Oh crap, Meg did you bring that extra sleeping bag for me?" >Yeah I got it, we're good. >we keep walking >getting pretty far away from camp >suddenly from the brush cross the stream that our path paralleled >Beeeeehhh did yeeeyyee bbrbrbring da eeetra eeeeepi beeerrrrrrggggg fo me >it was so inhuman sounding like an animal almost >it repeats several times >each time it sounds more and more like my friend >we are terrified >we start running back >hear leaves moving behind us >too afraid to look >from behind us in a low whimper >"waaait I'm hurt" >sounds just like me >I'm crying >we keep running >as we get closer to the opening into the field we were camping in the bushes are thicker >we're not real fit and we had been running pretty hard >gasping for air >directly from the right of us >"tired YET" >sounds like her again with almost a bark >shaking so hard at this point >I turn and look back >see this massive mound of fur in the bushes turn and go back the way we came from >get to camp and tell our friends what happened >they of course don't believe us >we refuse to stay there that night >get in her car and drive to town and sleep in a cheap motel >about 10 PM her phone rings >friends at the camp >"JESUS WILL YOU GUYS GIVE IT UP? IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS YOU'RE NOT SCARING US JUST KEEPING US FROM SLEEPING" >friend gets hysterical telling them to leave >they're convinced we drove back there are in the woods yelling that we're hurt and for them to come help us >I turn up the motel tv and let them hear that we're in town >they hang up immediately and drive to our motel and spend the rest of the night >next day we go back for our stuff and never go camping again

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>Be 15 >Out hunting with my uncle >dreary woods on a gray day >after many boring hours in the rain >he hits a deer in the leg and it collapses >he shoots it again and we approach >it fell into long grass so we don't see the body till right up close > body is deformed in several places >the head looks bent up somehow and the ribs showing through the skin >the bullet took out a great chunk from its side >way more meat missing than there should be >look inside the fresh wound >glimpse hairless white rat slip between two folds of wet flesh

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>out in the middle of no where in west texas dove hunting >walked several miles from my camp >starts to get dark  see a large figure moving >looks like a huge boar >doesnt make any noise >throw stuff at it nothing >starts getting dark fast as sun goes down behind hill. >snakes and centipedes come out and are almost everywhere  look in front of me >start walking to camp something big is following me cant see it no flashlight >start running think its an angry wild boar >sun has gone down  loose my sense of direction >walking blindly through tall grass and mesquite trees >finally make it back to a familiar area and then go to camp

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>be out camping alone on memorial day weekend 3 years ago >remote location, middle of the woods in northern California >it was basically my family's secret camping spot >everything was fine every year we went but this time something was wrong >looked like someone had been there >strange markings on the ground done with black charcoal or something >uneasy feeling in general, ingnore it and try to have a good time >I did my best to wipe the markings away >started to set up camp, tent, fire, etc. >getting dark outside >terrible feeling of hopelessness came over me >sit down by camp fire to try to warm up >drinking a soda, snacking on potato chips >hear something scurry in the bush ahead of me >calm down, it's just an animal, you're in the woods you idiot >ungodly "skrurrroowwohhhhh" sound coming from the forest >start to "hallucinate", see a completely black humanoid figure hanging from a tree with freaking spot lights for eyes >get in my tent, zip it up, turn on lantern >unable to sleep for hours until I finally pass out around say 3:30-ish >wake up, still pitch black outside >gotta take a piss >unzip tent, hurry over to a tree, start pissing >in the distance make out what looks like an assortment of animal heads stuck on sticks coming from the ground with melted candles forming a circle around them >finish piss >run back to tent >don't sleep the rest of the night >first thing in the morning hike my way back to nearest town where I left my car >don't even take the time to pack up >never going back there >told the rest of my family about it and they didn't really take me seriously >none of them have gone back there yet but if they do, can't say I didn't warn them

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Oh god, I used to live in the woods actually and found some weird things, mostly around the outer lines of my property. Here's a list of the weirdest:

>Bloody diaper >Gutted animals >What I was pretty sure where human teeth >Large patch of dried blood on a tree >Headless chicken

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>be 15 at the time >riding bike in woods from my school, used to have a pathway >heard tales of hobos living there and even naked men coming up to girls at the school >stop bike at a swamp >look down into the swamp >stay there for a while >head back to home walking bike >theres a dead squirrel that wasn't there before >nope

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>be 12 >exploring woods with cousin >property used to belong to murderer >see something weird in small ditch >is baby doll head, detached from body, mud completely covering the eyes so they're a deep brown >2spooky4me

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>move >go to woods around new house with dad >find foundation of old settler house circa 1846

Few years later >go >show friend >heart memorial with rose pedals in the center

Next day >return with two other friends >roses and heart stone gone

Still weirds me out.

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> Be going to summer camp > Playing tag in the woods > Running through woods with best friend > See what looks like a ripped black garbage bag > Confused, tell one of the councelers > They freak out when they search the bag > Kids aren't allowed in the woods for the rest of the day

It turns out it was a young girl who had gone missing, she was shot in the back of the head and raped afterwards, then the body was ditched. Never caught the guy.

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More weird woods.

> Be around 16 > Going through woods at Grandparents house > Looking for birds to shoot > There's an old bench in the dead centre of the woods, been there since I was a baby > Go exploring in woods > Come back later > 3 dead squirrels laying on bench > Go ask granddad if he killed anything while I was in the woods > Has no clue what I'm talking about

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Last one for now, I'll be monitoring the thread if anyone wants more.

> Be 8 > Woods near my house > Go exploring with two friends one day > Find what looks like an old "ramshackle" shed *Ramshackle was the word my mother used to describe a homeless person's home > We decide to go exploring inside > All we find is a chair and some cans > Continue exploring > The next day we all go back > The chair was smashed and the cans had what looked like blood on them > Nope'd all the way home

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I worked at a sleepaway camp last summer, some weird stuff happened to a buddy of mine.

Basically the camp owns a few acres of forest and two lakes and all summer this mysterious guy was living on the property, illegally obviously. The cops knew and they had tried to search, but they told us to just contact them if he showed up again cuz they couldn't find him.

One night someone found several killed animals near the camp so my friend Dylan had to search the forest with a partner, so the two of them ran down a trail headed towards his location carrying a hunter's knife and a walkie-talkie.

They made it about half a mile into the woods from the main campground when they heard a sudden movement and when they shot their flashlight in that direction they spotted the deranged man naked, hands and face bloodied, with a few dead rabbits in his hands. They stood there for two seconds and then sprinted back to the camp.

After that no one saw him, but it was still pretty terrible that this guy was living in a forest for three months without clothes or anything.

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When I was 15 I was a Mormon, and I went to church with my parents. Occasionally a homeless guy named "Earl" would show up on winter days to warm himself in the church's foyer during services. He was really weird, and would often talk to himself while rocking back and forth.

After a few months of this our bishop called the police to see if this guy was a risk. It turns out he was; he had recently wandered away from a low-security mental hospital in Iowa, and must have hitchhiked his way across the country.

The police came to get Earl, who was taken back to his Iowa mental hospital.

Flash forward 2 years. I'm at the bishop's house, hanging out with his son, when someone calls the house phone (which is virtually unheard of at this point, as everyone has cell phones).

The caller was Earl, the escaped mental patient, who told the bishop that he was behind the church, in the woods, with a shotgun and a Book of Mormon, and was ready to help usher in the apocalypse.

As we were about 2 miles away from the church at the time, this made us really nervous. The police were called and they searched the woods for hours. Just at the break of dawn they found a sleeping bag covered in coyote blood a, Bowie knife, and a Book of Mormon, but no Earl.

They never did find Earl.

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>be 18 >camping with friends on South Manitou Island, Michigan >hiking back to campsite from dunes at night, under thick canopy >pitch blackness >2 LED headlamps start flickering at the same time >getting a little bit scared >keep walking for 15 minutes >both headlamps completely shut off >decide to cut through woods to beach to hike by moonlight rather than in creepy forest >about 1/4 mile off trail see a massive black shape in woods and lots of noise >freeze, scared of possible bear >freaking out >noise dies down, wanders off >keep slowly walking towards shore >strange hum begins, 3 of us hear it >beach ball sized white ball of light floats down from canopy and starts moving towards us >3 of us freeze >orb breaks left behind giant cedar tree, about 10 meters in front of us >doesn't appear again >start crying >sit back to back until dawn, terrified out of our minds >headlamps turn back on at dawn >back to camp >never go back

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Happened back in 2009 I believe, had creepy stuff happen my whole life, but nothing like this happened before. >Thanksgiving weekend, home from uni >We wake up early to go to my Grandmothers out in the woods >Two houses near each other on the property, mothers and grandmothers >They're all at the other house, I'm showering in the lone house since I hadn't had a chance that morning >Alone in the house with my step Grandfather >He can barely get off the couch, or hear >While in shower hear knocking on the bathroom door >Its locked so Ask "what is it?" >knocking again, louder this time >"What is it?" >This time it turns into a door rattling banging on the door, stuff on the shelf (4 foot long ways shelf full of bottles of perfume, shaving creme, ect.) shakes >Pull back curtain agitated and yell "What do you want, I'm in the shower?!" >Door slams open, and then everything on the shelf next to the door looks like someone ran their hand across knocking all the bottles into the floor >run out into towel, grandfather looks scared to death asking what happened, no one in the house or the woods around the house >We go to the other house and join the others telling them what happened >My grandmother says weird stuff has been happening the last few years

I never stay in that house for more than thirty minutes usually, but she claims every night she hears or even sees doors that are locked slamming open and shut. I haven't had any more experiences like that one in the house myself though.

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>Be 17. >Live in a backwater town surrounded by acres of farm land. >Frequently hike through said farm land late at night (we have clear skies so it is usually fairly illuminated). >Be particularly daring one day and head through a private wooded area. >Find a fairly large pond which looks stunning under the moonlight. >Notice a wire fenced off area. >Think nothing of it as it isn't uncommon for people to keep quails and pheasants for the purpose of hunting game. >Notice that part way down the fence posts are uprooted and the fencing is in tatters. >Again think nothing of it as it is possible this place is just old and untouched. >Hear a rustling in the bushes. >A shirtless man in rags stumbles out with the biggest grin on his face and blood around his mouth. >Eyes full of menace. >A sheep carcass is visible amongst the now open brush. >Chases me for about 10 minutes all the while yelling that he was going to get me. >Eventually lose sight of him.

I don't know if he was drugged or what but it's needless to say I never went back or heard about him again.

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>need to have a cigarette >had to go outside to smoke >cornfield between my house the nature reserve >back against the side paneling of my house >Notice the tops of the corn stalks moving >Curious, I began wading into the field to see what was making them move >was an often occurence that deer would try to eat the cobs of the stalks >walking through the field when the stalks stopped moving 25-50 yards ahead >get to said spot >found a childrens left-foot shoe, blue >wat.jpeg >glance back at my house and then towards the cornfield ahead >can see movement in the treeline >sprint as fast as my fatass could >another childrens shoe, identical but right-foot >too pussy to continue through the forest

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>Be hunting couple months back >Getting dark >In woods known whole life >Walking to truck >Hear walking behind me >Walking through trees >Getting darker >Walker has caught up >Is now 30 some yards to my left >Hes going ahead >Realize hes going to get between me and truck >Run till trucks in sight >Stop, other being has also stopped >Pull up rifle, safety disengaged >Slowly walk through dark forest >Waiting for ambush >Nothing happens get in truck drive 75 on back roads home

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>last winter >camping at a lake with a friend >me and friend using same tent (no homo) >night time >friend is asleep but I'm still awake >I start hearing someone walking close by our tent >pretty bright out with a full moon and snow here and there >look ouside the tent >see a dude walking by our campsite >he looks like he's covered in grease, has no shirt on and it's winter >he sees me, nods and just keeps walking

It made no sense. I know for a fact that he wasn't wet with water cause water doesn't drip the way that oily stuff was dripping off of him. Not only that but he had no shirt on and it was really cold. I was creeped, to say the least.

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Sorry for my english if theres grammar errors but:

>be a kid 16 years >almost midnight, quite dark >ride a bicycle along a road middle of forest in the countryside >suddenly something "wolfish" starts running along me beside the road in the forest >speed up in panic >"wolfyr" runs along with me couple kilometers and then disappears into forest >wtf was it,  dont even

I still dont know what it was, because it was huge like a moose but gray as a wolf and ran like a dog but why it didnt come to the road or catch me, just ran along in the forest?

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>Be in college >At uncles cabin on uncles land in middle of nowhere Indiana >Cousin and our girlfriends with me >Outside drinking around fire we built in firepit >Hear rustling in woods, doesn't sound like animal >Girls getting scared, I shout into woods, cousin goes to get a rifle >Noise stops, cousin comes out with guns. >Itsjustnervesnobigdeal.jpg >Hear rustling again, much closer >Tell girls to get inside and lock doors. They watch from sliding glass door >Me and cousin freaking out. He has rifle at the ready >We yell that we have gun and this is private property >Rustling is getting faster and louder >Crazy guy comes running out of woods at us full steam with machete in hand >We yell to stop >He doesn't >Cousin shoots and hits >Guy falls >We run inside and call cops >Police come, find trail of blood leading into woods >Come back 2 hours later saying they didn't find anything >We leave that night and never return again. >Screwthatplace.jpg

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> be in south Georgia > year or two ago > clearing in woods me and my buddies always drink and party at > I'm out there by myself and one other buddy shows up > I'm drinking, he isn't > have music loud from my truck > big ass fire going > hear something walking in woods > me and friend haul ass to truck > crank it up, turn lights on to face where we heard it > see nothing > get out of truck and sit by fire again > sounds like it's running towards us > get back in truck and leave

Never found out what it was. Continued to party out there all the time and it never happened again. It was something big because it was breaking sticks and had heavy footsteps. But I had my music on my truck pretty loud and a big fire going so I know it wasn't a deer. Still don't know what it was.

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Ha, I'm in Rochester, used to live in Binghamton, which is surprisingly woodsy. I'll post my somewhat creepy story

>live in a house on a mountain >have huge expanse of woods behind our house >decide to climb up with my brother >steep, make slow time going up >about 3/4 mile away from our house, we come across a dirty shack >filthy pile of clothes, what looks like a mattress, trash everywhere >look through some of the trash, find a cracked pot, a ton of forks, bits of rope, a rusty saw, and some dirty women's underwear >brother poking around the in the corner, lifts up some rags to find a jar filled with small bones >realize that saw wasn't rusty, it was dry blood >run down the mountain trying not to piss myself

>Next day neighbors put up lost dog signs

>two weeks after that someone tried to break in to our house but I got up to use the bathroom and apparently scared them off

tl;dr: crazy hobo ate a dog and tried to break into our house.

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I live in southeast TN myself, around Chattanooga.

>Be five >Just moved into new house. >Sleeping alone in new room, no curtains because we're out in the country and parents see no danger. >New streetlight installed (we were so far out there were none beforehand) >Looking out window at streetlight which is across the yard from my room. >See strange, pig-like creature that stands on two legs. It's small, about the size of a toddler. >Almost looks pig and cat-like. >Entire body is a greyish color. >Messing with the little white flowers that grew around the area. >Watch it for what seemed like hours. >It looks up at me. >OHGOD >Run and wake up my mom. >It's gone. >They tell me I was having a bad dream. >Find indistinguishable prints the fresh mud the next day (it hadn't been raining much, but since they'd just installed the light there was moist mud all around it)

To this day I have only encountered one other person irl that's seem the same thing, and a few people here on /x/ say they've had similar experiences.

Weird stuff was always going on at that house but I eventually wasn't so scared anymore after a year or so...

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>Grow up in the middle of Nowhere, Kentucky >turkey hunting, see a fox >was young and dumb >shoot fox >found out it's a mother (felt horrible) >me and brother (seasoned trapper) look for babies >walk across canyon like gap on a log >Hear the laughter of something small >laughter > literally sound like a gnome or elf laugh >turn around and look at brother >mfw we both hear directly under us

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I went to law school in far western Virginia, right near the border with West Virginia and Kentucky. I never believed in ghosts and other paranormal stuff until I started living there. I've had a bunch of weird things happen, but I'll just share this one mediocre story.

Shortly after I moved there, I woke up at about 3:00 AM, and noticed this blue light shining around my window. I figured someone was trying to break in and I would have to screw them up. So I peek out of the blinds and there's this large orb of light outside, not too far from my window. The strangest thing to me is how your brain rationalizes things like this when it's actually confronted by them, especially if you're a skeptic. In the span of just a few seconds I thought to myself, "The weather sure is strange around here...you can see ball lightning. Ball lightning doesn't stick around for that long. I wonder what that thing was. Oh well, time to go back to bed, nothing I can do about it now, maybe it didn't see me." About a year later (and for the rest of the time that I lived there) I started waking up with really bad panic attacks, always at 3:00 AM. I didn't put the two things together until after I had left.

What I found really interesting about living in the country is that people there have a really nonchalant attitude about seeing paranormal things. The old people especially will tell you just matter-of-factly that things like that just happen, and you should really shut up and chill out. Every so often, though, you'll hear one of them talk about a place that even they're not comfortable going, so my philosophy was to listen to them when they started speaking with wide eyes and in hushed tones.

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Never explored around there, but I have around my grandad's place.

>Cutting down trees with my dad >firewood, all that jazz >dad's like 'Hey son, check this out." >dad shows me the run down ruins of an old farmhouse >only chimney still remotely standing, made of stones >shows me family cemetary in backyard >1800s dates, above ground coffins, a HAND >A FREAKING HUMAN HAND partially fossilized outside the stone

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>Be 15 >Hanging out with two friends in open area above train tunnel, on the edge of woods >See group of 10 people walking down train tracks >Cool >They get closer, notice they are all carrying bats and sticks >One guy has a friggin' crossbow >They see us and point at us >NOPE.gif >Run into woods until we reach a cement bridge that sits over a ravine, hide under bridge >Freak out for about a minute, then we hear the group approaching >They don't say a word, but are hitting and slamming their bats and sticks on the bridge as they pass >Luckily they don't stop and keep moving, never see them again

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>on four day canoe trip with my buddy through Mississippi >second night >stop to set up camp in a clearing on the river bank >literally in the middle of no where at least 30 miles from the nearest town >exhausted from paddling >immediately pass out as soon as the tent is up >wake up to my friend shaking me with his hand over my mouth >puts his finger to his mouth in the "quiet" sign >he has his hand gun out >start to hear a lot of movement right outside our tent >sounds like multiple animals rooting around in the dirt all around the tent >moon and stars are bright >hot out, so the tent is ventilated and almost see through >see at least four human shaped shadows gather around our tent >what the hell, man >friend fires one round into the air through the roof of the tent >shadows beat feet

No clue what that was about, but needless to say we slept in shifts for the rest of the trip after that. It was probably just some hicks coming to rape us and take our stuff (we were paddling in an expensive race canoe and had various other pieces of high end gear) but it could have been aliums or skeletons or something.

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Not good at story telling but this is a real story that happened to my friend's brother/friends.

>out camping in the northern Utah mountains >sleeping in truck bed with camper attached because its more spacious than front seats >one of my friend's brothers friend wakes up to scratching noises outside of truck >sees a figure of a man slowly walking around the truck, scratching the side of it with something >wake everyone up and crawl through little window to front seat >guy outside opens the front door (it was unlocked for some reason) and the friend quickly grabs it and shuts it back >tug of war with guy because the friend panics and doesn't realize he can lock the door >finally locks door and quickly turns on car lights >guy is somehow gone

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>Be 8 in western washington, Enumclaw. > playing hide n seek with friends near a large wheat field. > 3rd or 4th round into the night when we hear this shriek and the two oldest kids scream. >they were hiding in a bush section that took like 3 kids to shake. >something attacked them through the bushes, scratches on their backs and necks. >Stopped playing after that and never found out what hit them.

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this just happened a couple months ago

>live in tampa FL most of my life >around 10pm or so >me and 3 friends sneak (more like just walk under gate) into wilderness park >friend knows a path that leads to an 3 story tall tower >following path, talking, joking about spooky stuff >suddenly my friend stop >has his face ajar, just staring >backs up slowly then turns around and full on sprints away >we all flip out and start running too > fall (trip over something) >look behind me, nothing there >get up dusting myself off >look forward towards the exit >a naked guy is standing there >he's big, 6'5+ easily >just standing there watching me >we look at eachother for like 5 minutes >hear friend start coming back, he does too, runs into forest >friend sees him to this >turns around and runs > take the chance to run too >get to the street >im gasping for air >I'm fat

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Western NC here, I have some kind of 2spooky stories.

>few years ago >hiking, looking for a good place to hunt >find a bunch of old shacks in a clearing >start noping a little >curiosity overcomes fear >investigate >lots of old dirty clothing from what looks like way back >some are missing big patches >hearing a rustling in the woods >see a humanoid figure lurking around at the edge of the clearing >it is watching me >call out to it >old guy walks towards me >bricks are poking out >we start talking >he is a really cool guy >old hippy who has lived out there for the past 10 years >still go talk to him

Everything went better than expected.

Moar hobo adventures?

>about a year after I'd first met him >go to hang out >spend the better part of the day talking >getting dark >it is 6 miles back to my house >pretty much knew  wouldnt make it back before it was too dark to walk >decided screw it, if he doesnt mind 'll just spend the night here and go home in the morning >we build a big bonfire and keep talking for a few more hours after the sun sets >fire is starting to die down >human looking shadows start darting everywhere >he seems to take notice but doesn't pay them any attention >ask him if he sees them too >he says yes >ask him what is going on >tells me a lot of people died here >it used to be a hoovervile back in the day >piss self a little >ask how they died >says a fire got out of control and the shacks and surrounding woods burnt up >shadows are getting closer >he still doesn't care >they stop moving so fast >starting to be able to make out distinct hands and faces >tells me not to worry >they are groovy, his exact words >drift off to sleep >wake up in the early morning >sun is just barely coming up >can still see the shadows moving around >they are moving really slow now but no more faces >head home

I am not a story teller.

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>Be living in belgium >Lower part of it lots of forrest >Be living right in front of a forrest >Always play in the woods >Be playing one particular night with cousin >Hear yelling in the distance >Go run to house and get my dad >Dad gets his rifle and hands me 9mm >Go back leave cousin at home >Hear yelling again a bit closer now >Suddenly half naked women runs towards us >A moment after her a dude with no shirt on tries to chase her >Dad knocks him out with the riflegrip >Calls police >Police comes by arrests the dude >Never saw him again

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Saratoga area reporting in.

> about 12 or 13 at home with parents having fire > asked to get wood from the woods. > walk into woods about 25 ft or so > hair stands up and look behind me. > nothing > turn back and girl in white dress facing the other direction standing there. > Stupidly say hello >Turns around with out really moving (wat?) > no eyes, mouth hanging open. > run away >parents tell me story of girl who killed herself. > literally piss self. > told they were joking about the story > bawed

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>be 15 >having a secret cigarette in the woods >can hear water in the dried out well >other noises too >sounds like sobbing, maybe words >some scratching too >obv  am 15 and don't believe in ghosts >assume it's water and wind and just the general ambient noise of the area >months later >local news >the inquiry as to how an unnamed local boy fell into a well and succumbed to his injuries blah blah blah some kid fell in there, broke his leg, and died of shock and exposure over several days >don't know whether to throw something in the well >like what? dunno >don't avoid well, and don't hear him again

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>be five a.m >out side gfs house smoking a cigarette. >she lives in woods >feel tug at shirt. >look down and see little boy. >feel really weird, breathing is a little harder, feel cold but not cold, hard to explain. >kid staring me in the eyes for what feel like ten seconds then walks off. >look down at cigarette, its completely burned down to filter and had burned skin badly. >gfs roommate comes home from nursing shift so I ask her if she can medicine me up. >she looks at burn and asks why I did this. >say I didn't, it just burned me and I threw it down. >she says I'm lying and that to get a burn that sever I would've had to hold the ember of the cigarette on my skin for 20 seconds or more. >noped all the way home.

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>be 15 >be in spain >ride bike into backwoods >stumble into burned out/collapsed building >find old journal >Figure out it belonged to a plumber who mostly wrote plumbing notes >last few pages say something along the lines of being unable to sleep and being extremely paranoid >coldsweat.jpg.gif.exe >unable to stop thinking about journal >next day, go to school >come home and notice that the journal is lost >ask parents about it >Say they through it away >single strand of spaghetti slides out of eye >that feel when you will never know the rest of the story

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>be 12 >out camping in the mountains >dad was asleep, two bigger brothers wanted to explore >it was around 11pm >see this tree >it felt a little off >something about this tree was weird >look down at the ground >big ass x carved into the ground >suddenly notice the ground is actually stone > tell my brothers >they disregard it thinking its a joke >suddenly the ground starts to shake >there is a growl heard under the ground >ohgod.jpg >terrified >we all run away >we're lost >'m crying >my brothers are telling me to shut up

>we end up in the same place >dead silence >suddenly see dad walk to our location >he notices im crying >he asks whats wrong >my brothers tell him about the growl >he goes to the campsite and grabs his rifle >we notice there is a trapdoor on the ground >my dad tells us to stay >he opens the trapdoor >goes inside for a little >suddenly bursts out and tells us to scat

>he tells us to run to the campsite fast > have no idea where the campsite is >suddenly  notice they're all gone >WHERE ARE YOU GUYS > notice my brother yells "Come on" from ahead > run in that direction >Since im slower than them,  turn around just to get a peek of what we were running away from >see a giant mountain lion >burst of adrenaline >finally get to the campsite >get in the car >we're all panting, 'm wheezing >he starts the car and says "we're leaving everything out here >when we got home  ask him why he bursted out >he says, he saw skulls on the floor >we all get chills when we talk about it >never go camping again

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>be like 7 >driving around in Colorado house hunting >be in the middle of nowhere >stop on the side of the road to go piss >walk pretty far into the forestry so no one off the highway can see me piss >find a dog kennel big enough to house a bear >broken lock laying around >blood inside the cage's floor and all over the bars >run

Ingrained in my memory forever.

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>be 12ish >woods near house >rumors that woods are haunted >me and friend go in to the woods and walk around >follow trail until we decide to leave >walking back >start hearing/seeing things >shadows disappearing behind trees and such >Nope out >curiosity gets best of us >walking in forest very next day >following same path until we come to a giant full grown adult tree in the middle of the trail that wasn't there the day before >leave >have nightmares for next few nights of a man in the Forrest telling me never to come go there again.

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>be 16 >be at a school club camping trip during summer >walking in the woods >we see some weird rocks >get closer >perfectly symmetrical and geometric shapes >a cross in a triangle in a square in a circle >oldest girl Giao kicks a rock >"you guys are scaredy cats" >even though it's summer it gets balls cold, mind you this is Southern California >screw you demon circle

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For anyone who doesn't know:

>There was a huge civil war in Spain like 80 years ago >Overgrowth happened in the ruins >Entire cities in ruins are now forests >You can see bullet holes everywhere >Plus thousands of stories of hauntings and such

Yep, this country is creepy.

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There's a town called Belchite. It was a huge ass town with a really big train station and all.

Most of its population died, and now it's just ruins, barely anyone approaches that place anymore.

My literature teacher who is a confirmed atheist once told me that she had been there herself, and that the silence was really oppressive, that she could feel something staring at her through the windows inside the abandoned buildings.

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>When I was 12 or so >With a friend walking around town >Near the woods see a hole >It leads to some stone stairs >Go down the stairs into the dark (how did we even dare to do this?) >It's a small room, with stone walls >Only lit by a faint orange emergency light >Books and comics EVERYWHERE, brand new, untouched, it was like a goldmine >Graw a few interesting books, get out of there running >There was a metal door in that room >We didn't even dare to open it >Still wonder what was on the other side...

I am seriously tempted to go again and check it out, but I'm much more scared of everything after /x/.

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German here. When I was a child my family lived in Spain (around 1990, nowadays back in Germany). >One day my older brother an my found a large cave in the mountains near our house (around one hour walk from our house) >The cave entrance was totally overgrown and propably unknown to most of the people in our village >We asked a neighbour, who was a hunter and knew the area. He told us, that he knew the cave, but have never been inside it >Another day my brother and me (both teenagers back than) prepared for a cave exploring tour, with flashlights and stuff >guess what we found deep in the darkness of the cave: >a human skull, although no other bones >we're creeped, run home. >didnt tell our parents >a few days later we got back to the cave and my brother grapped that skull. >never told our parents, never told the police >nowadays, 23 years later, my brother still has that skull in a small locked box in his apartment >still creeps me when 'm writing this. Maybe we should give the dead one a rest in peace.

And regarding to the Spanish civil war, I think the dead was one of the victims of that war. Although I have no clue why the other bones were gone (animals?).

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Not personal, but happened where I live

>1969 >we Soviets now >one of our army units (they were guarding ammunition warehous) is stationed in forrest which is know to be inhabited by celts in past, you can still see ruins of their oppidiums there >one night sound of guns being fired can be heard from forrest >next morning another unit that was supposed to replace old unit find 5 totaly mangled soldiers, 1 seriously wounded but still breathing >they try to interrogate him in hospital, he speaks only gibberish and later succumbs to his wounds

That forrest also got big history of suicides and people who went there generaly feel afraid and nervous for some reason.

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I've only really been in the woods like three times in my life, so I don't have any creepy experiences, but this sure scared the crap out of me.

>be like 10 staying in a cabin up in the mountains with friend and her family >her older brother takes us out on a snipe hunt >we're looking around in bushes calling for them like idiots, going deeper into the [completely unfamiliar] forest as we go >hear footsteps approaching >we freeze and look >it's a group of 4-5 stray mountain dogs >we all bolt >they chase us because we ran like idiots >we barely keep ahead of them through the forest >try finding a tree to climb, no luck >trip on ivy like 'm in the goddamn movies >pretty much lost >we've partially split up by this point >eventually find the street that leads to the cabin >we end up regrouping >bang on the door to be let in >welp, not going out into the woods like THAT again

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>Be 16 >Only girl in group >Dont want to be the only one not to go to creepy radar base in the woods >follow guys down really long road >crawl in through a vent, light something on fire >Go to bottom floor >Most of the bottom floor is flooded, now frozen over because its winter >Skate around on ice >Find out people used to hide bodies in the basement >Hear footsteps upstairs >Start crying >Leave as quickly as possible >Get arrested at the end of the path for tresspassing and destroying private property >Turns out at least 4 people have died there before

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>be in high school >friends like to hang out and camp in a marsh/woods >a railroad track goes through the marsh >there's a tunnel under the track in one spot >friend finds a box filled with photographs of children >we find an old crossing guard sign a few hundred feet away off the trail

I assume it was some traveling hobo that rode the rails and molested children along the way. It's not paranormal, but it's damn disturbing.

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>be age 11/12 >walking through woods in my backyard with my brother, one year older >hear branches cracking behind us >turn around, see nothing. >dafuqwasthat.txt >quickly ignore it, continue walking >moments later hear a very loud (as if in close proximity) blood-curdling scream

>WHAT THE HAY M8 >NOPENOPEBACKHOME.exe

True story. Not sure what was going on, BUT I NEVER WENT BACK OUT THERE.

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>Many years ago >Living in a very small town in Ontario, Canada >Very small population, surrounded by forest >Go exploring one evening out of boredom, walk in unknown forests for hours, even after it gets dark >Not too worried, chill, it's nice out >Come across fence, about 10ft tall and barbed wire on the top >Look into the distance, through the trees make out a house-like shape with faint lights in the windows >Walk the fence line for a while, find the corner and keep following it >Realize I'm much closer to the house than before >Hear something behind me, turn to look >Silent for about a minute, then hear the same sound again, like someone walking >Turn, and jump back from the fence >There's a person pressed up against the fence, a deranged look on their face and an unnaturally large smile >I stare for a good 30 seconds, not sure what to do >Suddenly thing on the other side of the fence starts to climb in >Movement also look weird, very choppy and unnatural >Turn and run out of there >Run all the way back to town and home >Lock doors and cover all windows with curtains >Never go back there again

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Here's a story. I'm on a phone so I'm not going to green text. It will take to long.

Be 13 in northeast idaho Desert mountain sand is hard to walk on With friend his mom and his dog Him, I, and his dog go our own way We walk through area that ways burned in a forest fire We find a pentagram with bones in it Around it are the ancient burial ground placed underground then stones placed all over it so animals can't get to remains

Freaky Its starts to get cold even though its the middle of summer so 105F?+ His dog starts to go crazy NOPE.jpg Run out of there Find his mom She says its time to leave. Weird.jpg we just got here. We leave Hour away she says she saw a black dog. Like a hell hound type thing with red eyes. Never been back.

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>be about 12 >be early morning walking about to the bus stop >going to school >half mile walk >walk up with neighbor who is a few years older > walk around some trees the the drive way and meet him standing there to walk the rest >pitch black early morning >hear noise >wut.jpg >nothing in the woods here >really really loud noise that sounded like a half human half lion half bear hybrid >holycrap.png >sound came from 20 feet into the brush  just walked past >jump and run half mile up the driveway to the bus stop >never talked about it again.

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>Be 12 >On class trip to forest with WWII bunkers. >See a sealed bunker with a solid metal door and a small barred opening. >Completely dark inside >Decide to pick up a stick and stick it in between the bars >Something pulls on the stick from inside >nope.jpg >Run back to classmates and never speak of it.

This forest is nearby where I live, and I plan to go check it out sometimes soon, not sure I have the balls to go very far into the bunkers though.

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>be 10 or so >move into new house right on the edge of forrest, (I live in a real dense, oregon town.) >new school, new friends tell me they always thought the house was creepy, but were never in it. >move in, shady, pretty spacious but very dirty and sort-of broken down >my room, of course, creepy, older brother and I slept in attic space, no doors and one small window each. >first night hear footsteps.... must be nothing. >next night hear more. >more etc. >one night, through the darkness I thought I saw a figure through my doorspace >WHAT >Tells brother the next day, he makes fun of me and my dad says it's nothing. >Next day, father late from work, brother not out of school yet. >hear blood-curtling scream from my room upstairs >torn between running upstairs to look and leaving the house with lightning ass speed >chose flight response, being 10. >see the blanket  set over my window start to flap, like its being tugged on.

>spend night at friends house for the next week, refused to live there for another year.

True story, still makes me hate my town.

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> be in my late 20s > walking on a trail around a reservoir > late afternoon in spring so the light is weird > no cars in parking lot, dead quiet > crazy looking guy suddenly crashes out of woods > flip out > strides straight toward me > brandish my hiking staff, he ignores me > eyes drill straight into me > he starts interrogating me > "what did you see? were you following me?!' > see bags over his shoulders, realize he's a shroom hunter > tell him  come there all the time to do artwork and sketching and  can prove it > tell him about a pine cone spiral  made and show him where it is > end up making a campfire > drink beers  had in my trunk all evening and he tells me cool stories about when he was in 'nam > found out later he went to prison, died there > got me in the feels > still see him walking in the woods sometimes

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>be me >be hiking in woods near train tracks >off trail hiking >deep off trail after 30 minutes >run into a bunch of decapitated manikins assembled in a straight line

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>dad and I walking in woods near our house >find a torn up backpack, camping gear, and a couple of articles of clothes in a part of the woods near the road >inside the backpack we find a couple journals filled with nonsensical seemingly religious writings along with some topographic/mathematical sketches >we also find some maps and a few pictures of a woman >we look at the torn up cloths nearby and they appear to have blood stains on them >when we get back to the house Dad calls the police to let them know about it >they say they'll investigate it but they never end up doing it >go back to the same place a few years later and can't find it

The stuff being torn up was obviously due to animals and the blood stains could have been something else but the entire thing still seems very strange. Why would some religious nutjob be hiking in the woods along a road in upstate New York/suddenly decide to leave all his equipment and cloth behind? I still regret not taking those journals.

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>Be 12 >In my town's forest reserve >Walk through a field of young pine trees all at eye level >Goes on for ages >Reach a swamp >About to turn back when I notice a path >Follow a series of wooden planks over the water >Reach the bottom of a steep hill >Climb it, peer over the top down to a clearing >See a row of chicken wire around the clearing >Dirty tools all over the place >Crap everywhere >Dugout in roots of massive tree, looks like a tunnel >About to investigate >Hear family calling >As I turn to leave I hear rustling behind me >Run away

Probably some old hobo, but who knows. There's something about the woods.

Awhile later- >Be 14 >Feel like exploring new house's backyard with acre of woods >Waits until nighttime >Makes a torch out of cloth and pine sap >Lights it, proceeds to edge of backyard and enters woods >Can only see three feet in each direction >Through the dense thicket until I reach a field of dead plants >Everything else is alive and green, these plants all dead, yellow >Carry on through this mysterious field >Reach a river >Turn back >Torch burns out, hadn't noticed it was running low >Uh-oh

Well, that is all. I also found this cool ring in my backyard, brought it inside to examine later. Came back and it was no where to be found. Asked my entire family, all looked at me funny when they saw how paranoid I was getting for losing a ring.

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>be a couple months ago >be wandering through the woods behind my retention pond with friends >deep in the woods at this point >hear a honk, like a bicycle horn >aim our flashlight in the direction of the honk >see a clearing with a humanoid creature standing in the middle of it >louder honk >we bolt out of there

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>be 12 or 13 >taking usual walk in the woods because I live on some open farm >talking to my friend on the phone >my phone dies most likely because I didn't charge it >I look up and see some freaky floating thing roughly 40 meters in the air >flip out because I can't tell anyone >run home >nobody believes me

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>Be 10-11 >In Pennsylvania >Woods everywhere >Taking a walk one day >Foggy out >See something on the ground in the distance >Get closer to investigate >Something...roundish? >Pick it up >Rotten flesh colored porcelain head >Face distorted into an anguished expression; eyes shut in pain >NOBODY LIVES IN THOSE WOODS >Run home, cry

I get chills when I think about that thing.

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>On a field trip to an old war base in Oregon >Place is huge and in the middle of a forest >Atmosphere is heavy and creepy >Guide leads class through a section of the building that's lined with doors >The doors have large viewing widows >Stop to look in one >The entire room is flooded with this awful black water >Boxes and other debris floating around >Think it's weird but move on >Look back and see teacher look in same room

>Later, I ask her why the room was flooded >She just stares at me and says that the room was empty and dry >No water source for miles >wat

Never figured it out, but it's still weird to me.

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>be 16 >bored >go exploring the woods by self because bored >broad daylight so not that particularly dangerous or sp00ky >deep in the woods >trekking through somewhat thick forestation, long since having abandoned the paths >find small, improvised campsite >full backpack, sleeping bag, and a few wrappers lying around >be respectful as to not rummage through someone's things while they're away >week later >bored again, go back 'xplorin the woods s'more >find spot again >stuff soaking wet from the rainstorm a few days earlier >come back a month later because bored again >find spot yet again >backpack has clearly been rummaged through; clothes, papers and packets of food thrown about the small campsite >flip phone in the dirt, screen cracked and not working (I tried to see if I could call myself on it) >sleeping bag has dirty shoeprints all over it >clearly someone who wasn't the owner found the site >get bored of the woods not much later, having pretty much memorized the entire area >stop going back

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Although I haven't been many places, I vote VA. Literally, everywhere you go in the woods, you find weird stuff. Kind of lame example: >Be out walking in the woods in the tiny hick town my grandmother's from >So close to North Carolina you can actually wander into North Carolina >Find random beautiful cottage in the woods >Doors are nailed shut and I'm not feeling breaking in >Look in the windows >Beautiful old furniture and wall art covered in dust and sheets >Looks like it hasn't been touched since the 40's or 50's. >Tiny cemetary in the back >So beautiful and weird and perfect I am literally overcome with emotion and I almost cry

Few years later, after my grandma died...

>My dad and I are visiting the town again >Dad wants to take me to the house my grandmother was born and raised in until she was 12 and married my grandpa to escape crappy mean step-family >walking in the woods >see the same cottage from before >"Dad, I found this cottage before!" >looks the exact same >"Anon, this is the house your grandmother was born in."

So weird. My great grandmother and some great aunts who died when they were babies were buried in the backyard.

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I Live in central Canada, city is divided by a river that has many hiking/biking trails along it.

>be 13 >bored on a hot summer day >decide to go biking along the river with 2 buddies >all of us having a good time >start getting real deep into the trees >lots of rain the past week >turn on to trail >random bike from the 80's parked there blow it of as if an indian left it there >ride trail for a few more feet >stop because water is starting to cover entire trail >look up see an old man standing in ankle deep water staring at us >pedal as hard as possible away >regroup at the top of the trail >still spooked about it to this day

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Jersey has some really freaky woods - speaking from experience. I live in the rural farmlands and crazy stuff happens all the time in the mountains and fields

>be 16 >winter, cold, recently snowed >hanging with two friends, bored >11pm, decide to wander into woods on outskirts of neighborhood >bring cameras for teh lulz >travel along ATV paths, goofing off and videotaping "scary" stuff for fun >reach old quarry, throw rocks at ice and stuff for a while >start hearing weird noises, don't really care at first >continue goofing and videotaping >heading back, around 12:30 now >suddenly loud screaming noises, really high-pitched >nope.jpg >turn around and there's a glow in the distance through the trees >light starts moving, realize its a flashlight >screeching suddenly gets louder, whatever has the flashlight starts sprinting at an inhuman speed towards us >nope out of there, climbing over fallen trees and through dense brush >still getting chased >recording the whole time >finally pop out the other side of the woods, light and screeching fades as we run down a street in this random unfamiliar neighborhood >run through streets for who knows how long, somehow get back home >all cut up from running for life in the woods >try and check out video footage, no picture and crackled, messed up audio >haven't gone back since

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>be 16 >my friend, my girlfriend, and I decide to go explorin' >visit creepy, small village near our town >surrounded by woods >park in church parking lot >not a sound in the village >feels like no in is even there >dark empty feeling >explore woods around the cemetery cause it's creepy >suddenly, giant hill >climb up hill >have to help each other because it's so steep >one tree on top of hill, surrounded by sticker bush >make way through sticker bush >red fern out of nowhere >next to fern, a headstone >I read it aloud >"MARTHA McFALLAN" >.... >"CONDEMNED WITCH" >"AXED TO DEATH" >...... >wind stops >VERY eerie >girlfriend suddenly lets out an extremely loud, blood curdling scream >she begins to book it out of there, tumbles down hill >friend and I are right behind her >make it to car, we take off and proceed to go 75 in a 20 until we get back to town >ask her why she screamed >gets silent >"a hand grabbed my ankle..." >never even go to that village again

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>be 10 or so >Hiking with neighbor in the woods >a few miles away from house >off some logging trail that goes off from the top of driveway >wayoutthere >gone off old logging trail and walked into woods >flat area that is all trees but worn down or shallow dirt >can walk around but nobody has been there forever >walk up to a massive rock in the middle of the woods >all the trees seemed to be evenly spaced apart >about 8 feet apart >plenty of light >big rock sitting there and not knowing where it came from >it was about 15 ft tall and 9 ft wide and was round >made of what seemed to be concrete

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>be in high school >astronomy class has mandatory star-watching dates that meet at a big park that's in the woods >be driving there one night >park stretches for miles and on either side is wooded area >go down wrong trail >get lost >driving on dirt trails in the middle of the night >driving without seeing a paved road for a while >turn a corner >headlights shine on six cloaked figures standing in a circle >can't tell what's in circle >all turn and stare at me >slowly move towards car >back out drive away >finally find my way out, freaking out >I took a zero for those star parties

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> Be 17, recently picked up two girls at a party > Friend suggests we go to the woods, make up a scary story and creep them out a bit > Arrive at the edge of the woods, exit car, start walking into the dark > Friend starts talking about a WW2 refugee camp and how the people who died there were just tossed into mass graves > Arrive at an old rusty fence with barbed wire > nope.rtf > Friend says we take turns and walk alone to the end of that fence and use one of the girls' lip gloss to mark the name on the last fence-pole. > I go first (macho.3gp) > Walk what seems like a mile or two, approach last fence-pole > blackout > Wake up in hospital two days later with a spinal injury, resulting from a stabwound to the upper back¨ > Paraplegic since then. > Police were canvassing the woods for weeks, found nothing but my name written in lip gloss at a fence-pole.

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>16 >Living in south Ontario, maybe half an hour from Toronto. >Friends coming down to my house, finally arrive, missing the jackets and shaking. >they tell me that they took a short cut through a well known 'odd' place in town. >They were being chased, say their coats were slowing them down. >Decide to go there packing flashlights, we also haved clubs with spikes in my basement (I'm a screwed up kid) >Go to the location. >NOTHING BUT DOLLS. >There are all these charred up dolls all over this part in the forest, some of them are large and wearing my buddies jackets. >See some sort of rundown building in the back. >the door starts to shake, like someone is casually trying to open it. >By now, my dinner is already spewing out of my body. >Run away like a zebra bein chased by a robotic laser shooting lion.

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>be 16 >out in the woods shooting rabbits with a bow and arrows >stumble across the ruined foundations of an old building >notice that it has a cellar entrance >open it and peak inside >everything is in pristine condition >head back home after wimping out >on my way home one of the arrows that I lost zips past my head and hits a tree >nope my way back home and never go out there again

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>be 20-ish >backpacking trip in Joshua Tree with Dad >its like a reunion after having been moved out for a couple years. >driving through town, laughing at all the new age-y "magic" stores and healing centers. >be super christian at the time >hike into the wilderness and set up camp by some huge rocks as sun is setting. >explore around our home for the night, find a huge altar made out of large crystals and little bowls at base. >remember new age stores in town (they sell quartz and hematite and all sorts of crystals) >shrug it off, and it is too dark to look fo ra new site. >"I don't believe in magic", so I sleep in the circle of stones by altar.

We are laughing about it.

>tired and fall asleep instantly >snap wide awake for no reason. >clear skies, moon is bright, can see everything >it is silent >hear scuffling and footsteps by packs >flashlight to packs, nothing there. >footsteps by sleeping dad, NOTHING THERE >something runs BEHIND me and there's nowhere for anyone to hide as I turn around. >don't sleep all night, continue to hear movement, praying its just animals but we haven't seen anything. >morning, tell dad >doesn't believe me >I don't know what to believe anymore.

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I got one. >be 13 >live surrounded by fields and woods behind house >backyard is two acres of trees no underbrush >be 11pm and very dark >hanging with cousins on the back porch after family reunion with only porch light on >full moon out >talking with two cousins about pussy and sex because we are 13 yr old faggots >cousin says he isn't afraid of anything out of nowhere >Oh really? >I turn off the porch light tell cousins to watch the trees >cousins agree >everything goes silent no wind no bugs no nothing >in moon light we see shadow people slowly emerging from the trees at least 10 of them >eyes glowing green or red >shadows slowly walking to the porch >cousins scared out of their minds can't move >shadows are less then three feet from porch >I flip on the light shadows vanish >both cousins run like hell >sigh and follow them

I miss that old house.

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>inna woods >lost track of time, darkness falling >rustling inna bushes thirty, forty yards behind me >probably a squirrel, little guys are loud >keep walking towards family's rented cabin >wait those sure sound like footsteps >stop suddenly, my follower is split-second too slow and I hear his out-of-synch footstep >shout; "PISS OFF!" >turn to keep walking >instant my back is turned, it rushes at me >DRAW >MAGDUMP >RUN LIKE LIL' SAMBO WITH WHITE LADY'S PURSE IN HAND >stop a good half-mile away, winded >slap spare magazine into gun >something rustling inna bushes hears me rack the slide and runs off so fast it sounds like a man on a bike tearing through the underbrush >glimpse shadow moving extremely fast, very vaguely humanoid

Whatever it was, it kept up with me for a half-mile of flat-out running, then hid in the bushes without even breathing hard to give itself away. And THEN it moved faster then an Olympic sprinter. But strangest of all? It didn't care that I emptied 8 bullets in its direction earlier, and only bugged out when it realized I had reloads.

I don't know what it is, but don't screw around in the woods of Northern Michigan.

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>Be 10ish >Be driving in the north woods Minnesota >Winter, about to go dog sledding >Driving with my momma through the woods to sledding place >Pass some people in a car, they look weirded out >Very small, woodsie road, funny we would see anyone, but they did not seem suspicious >Round a bend, mom exclaims and hits brakes >Dude is literally sitting in his whitey tighties at the side of the road, criss-cross applesauce >Slowly pass him, mom is all like wtf >He just stares like no biggy >mfw he looked a lot like jesus

Friggin' woods.

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Not paranormal, but creepy.

>Around 2010, was 20. >At a disco in another city, it's around 0.00, friends decide to leave early. I decided to stay w/o friends. >At around 3:00, get in Trouble with some dudes, they're chasing me out of the disco, I run for my life out of the city. >Trying to call friends for picking me up, all at sleep... >Drunk, didn't call a taxi, have to walk around 25km. >Only road home is ~15km through a forest. >Start walking on the road, everything is dark, no moon. >just in front of the forest, power of my mobile phone is gone, light goes out. >See nothing. Just darkness from hell. >I'm going to die if I walk 15km through that forest without any light in complete darkness. >Screw that >Walking 4 hours through that dark forest without any light >out of the forest, sun raises >stillaliveyeah.png

Next week, same disco.

>Leaving, driving home the same road. >Same damn dark night, just my car lights allows me to see something. >Driving through the forest >saw a guy sitting on the side of the road in the middle of the forest >that guy's just sitting there, watching the ground >Glad I was in the car this time

Maybe he was just tripping balls on acid or shrooms.

But imagine that guy would be sitting there in the week I was walking.

>Walking through dark forest >creepy stranger sitting in front of you >hell no.png

Still freaking me out thinking about that.

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>GF and I go hiking in woods while on vaccation. >take older trail. >hour down old trail smell weird smell >recognize it as rot >I look for source of smell, could be a body >come across 4 dead cats arranged like a compass, one stone in the middle of them. >eyes gouged out with twigs in the sockets. >NOPE back to trail with GF >get too trail, wild hole appears >fell into hole, get out as fast as possible >Arm sore, GF later noticed it was bleeding badly. >check for what couldv'e cut me in/around hole... find nothing. >being a girl, I got pissed because I love the shirt >take it off when home to check it out >4 deep cuts, looks like a animal clawed me. >NOPENOPENOPE.jpg all night

Still got the scars, never going back that way ever again.

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> be 14 > in the woods with brother > see a random woman in a white robe > turn to brother to tell what I've seen > look back she is only a meter away from us > how the... > asks us if we want to come with her to see them > "Who is them?" > "You will see." > NOPE > return home and watch art attack

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>10 years old >out exploring the woods behind my house >extremely cold, snow on ground >about a half mile away from my backyard >find a clearing that doesn't really have much snow at all in it >two incredibly tall trees in the middle of the clearing >in between the two trees is a net of barbed wire, resembling a metallic spider web >what looks like a chunk of dead skin hanging from it, can't tell if human >get scared >start to run home >at the edge of the clearing my foot sinks into a mudhole >pry foot loose, lost my boot in the hole >run all the way home >mom gets pissed at me and has me go out there the next day to find my boot >never find the clearing

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>be 6-7 >be camping in Louisiana with parents/cub scouts >be dark (inb4 edgy) >walking to a campfire with parents through a less used trail >I complain enough to be allowed to carry flashlight >trip on root or something but don't fall down >accidentally the flashlight >see dark silouhet of something right off the trail in front of us >looked like a slender, short body, larger head >looked like alien >nope.jpg >start crying/freaking out until dad gets flashlight back on >nothing there >parents didn't see anything

Probably wasn't anything there but it sure did scare me. Still not sure how the flashlight just went out, the button was still on which is why I couldn't get it back on.

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> Inna woods with best friend in middle of summer > climbing up forested mountainside > moss and trees everywhere having fun > get ahead of him and stop to wait > suddenly filled with inexplicable terror > hyper-ventilating, shaking, feel paralyzed > turn to run back down mountain > see friend already running and take off after him > never did figure out what happened > he just said he was suddenly terrified and ran too

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>be 6 or 7 >riding bike up the street to the entrance of a forest >notice a missing dog sign posted on a telephone pole placed near the forest entrance >sudden stimulated by an intense fear, literally terrified for my life for no good reason >bike as fast as I can back home >get into the house and mom is hysterically asking what was wrong because I apparently had an extremely terrified expression on my face

For some reason whenever I think about that time and even as I write this I begin to tear up. I have a feeling that my memories of this event are intertwined with some sort of repression.

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This happened to me 35 years ago.

>be 15 >walking down the road with trees on either side of it >going home from a friends house >Hear a deep whistle coming from the forest >Stop a shine my flashlight in the direction of the sound >See I tall hairy like creature staring at me from an opening in the woods >It smelled worse than a skunk >It walks out into the road towards me >NOPE >ran all the way home

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>Walking in woods with my father >There is a path and such >As we near a wooden bridge  see a black modern car behind us and step to the side >Car is gone >Ask father >"Was it an old style car?" >"No, it was a new one." >"Oh, okay."

No explanation. Certainly no person was driving a car in that Area. Still walk there today, doubt a car would even fit (Path is pretty crappy, level, but possibly not wide enough, with a river to the side)

[Contributor also posted Nope General 901]

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Here is a story my dad told me that happened to him.

Dad was hiding from the cops(has a horrible history with the law) in Wetumka, Oklahoma,(that's where he grew up as a kid and knew the woods there like the back of his hand). His car is parked in a clearing in the woods,he heard what sounded like a police siren so he got out of his car and started to run into the woods,after a couple of seconds he noticed it sounded like something was following him.

He stopped running and stood completely still,and the sound stopped. He started to walk and it sounded like something was following him again, so he tore all the way back to his car, and he told me that when he was running back to his car it sounded like the thing that was following him was gaining on him.

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> Hiking Long Trail with friend > First night > Me in tent, friend in hammock > Top of mountain > Buzzing noise begins > Low humming noise takes over > Sounds of something hovering around > Hear twigs snapping nearby > Terrified at this point > Go in sleeping bag in tent > double anti-spooky protection > make it to morning alive

I was worried my friend was gonna get his abducted.

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>be male >be 19 4 years ago >no job >want to apply for job on a farm like 4 mile from my house >ride my bike there >very rural area >ride through woods >after like half a mile there's a huge clearing, like really really huge, about 600 yards in diameter >slowly riding on the street, just chilling, it's a bit cold >catch glimpse of something to my left >turn head left >at the edge of the woods about 100yards away see something running >what the hell is that >looks like a dog or wolf but more like 7 feet tall, running on all 4 legs >wasn't really running >more like hovering because I couldn't see its legs from that distance thanks to a small mound in front of the woods (see pic related) >it was really fast, like 40mph >NOPE home and cancel job interview

The largest animals we have here that look like that are foxes. I still don't know what I saw on that day. And no, it was 100% not a horse, horses don't move like that.

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>think we're tough, going to "haunted" places >enter "haunted forest", 12pm, took about 2 weeks to convince my best friend to enter >get about 100 meters in, scared as hell, brought flashlights and airsoft guns >keep hearing noises, thumps and other unnatural things to hear in a forest >I shout "If anyones there, give us a sign!" >Hear screaming, sounds like it's coming straight at us at a rapid pace

We ran, we ran so fast, we ran past my house, we kept running, I think I half pissed myself that day. Haven't and will not go back there, nope.

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When I was a kid I played in the woods behind my house a lot. On one occasion I found a copy of The Satanic Bible by Anton Lavey, but that's another story.

>Be like 10 >Exploring in the woods >Go deeper than ever before >Find the charred ruins of a barn with some bones and stuff around it >Look around and see a stream flowing nearby >Decide to come back tomorrow because it's getting late >Use pocket knife to mark trees so I can find the barn again >Tomorrow comes, follow tree markings back to the area >It's gone, there was never a clearing there with a burned barn

I swear I searched for it all day, I didn't find the stream or anything no matter how far or which direction I walked.

Has anyone else had something like that happen to them? Mysterious places in the woods just vanishing?

As for the Satanic Bible story:

>Different woods, near grandparent house >Roughly 11 years old >Exploring swampy woods >Start hearing someone playing a flute >Follow the sound of music for like 20 minutes >End up in a small clearing with a brand new copy of The Satanic Bible in the center of it.

I looked at it then noped out of there.

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[In response to the above.]

Yes, that’s happened to me before, coincidentally my story also involved an abandoned building.

>Be hiking in Vermont >Very familiar with the terrain—I’ve seen every inch of those woods >Suddenly notice a ruined shack >Never saw it before, never saw it again

Makes me wonder what would have happened if I spent the night in that part of the woods. Where would I have ended up?

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>hiking off the blue ridge parkway >about 20 miles from mount mitchell >start hearing whispers and faint laughing >figure it is just some other hikers >decide today I will be a jerk >trying to figure out where the noise is coming from >the whispers are getting louder but they are just sounding like wind not people talking >come across a river >sun is setting >seeing points of light across the water through the woods >intradested >wade through to see what is going on >5 tents set up in a big clearing with at least a 5 foot fire pit right in the middle >see one person dressed in a green robe walking around the clearing >starting to nope a little >hear actual talking coming from across the woods >a dozen and half people walk out all wearing the same robes >pee a little and hunker down >they set a fire and start chanting >not really getting dem bad vibes like I'm about to become the demons or my skeleton is pooping out >they are just chanting and swaying a little >people start sitting down >it ends unclimatically >sneak away >decide to make camp a quarter mile up river >early morning >wake up and hear something walking around my camp >figure it is just a coon >grab rifle in case of big cat >2 of them looking around >ask them what they are doing here and what last night was about >they are the typical friendly hippies and say it was a druid thing >find out where they are and meet up with them every few months

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>Be 12 >With friend in woods behind development >Find dead bird missing its head >lol >find two more birds more mutilated than the first >kind of weird, but blame stray cats or something >Later that summer, start finding carcasses of larger animals like groundhogs, squirrels, etc, all destroyed like the birds - usually find one each time we go into woods >Nope after the third or fourth one >Get our arsenal of pocket knives and pellet guns and go back into woods feeling like Marines >explore farther than we've ever gone, way out of sight of houses >environment starts to get silent, no animal noise >come upon a HUGE excavation that was not done by humans. Like an inverted cone twenty feet down, fresh earth in places, ending in a large hole at the bottom point of the cone >NOPE.jpg.wav, book it back to civilization >talk about how the site was similar to insect/spider burrows >never go back to woods, but still kind of disappointed we didn't actually encounter anything.

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Mountain biking.

>sun starts going down >had lost track of time >trying to bike in the dark >I'm on a trail in the wood >set up my cellphone as a ghetto flashlight. >Better then nothing >Stop for a minute to readjust >feel like I'm being watched >all the sudden in the woods behind me hear SNAP >not like a rabbit snap. like a person or a bear >too afraid too turn around >Get on bike >Tear out even tho I can't really see anything >felt creeped out all the way back home

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>camping with dad and brother innawoods >always hear weird stories about the woods we're staying in >sitting around the fire drinking and screwing around >weird stuff rustling around in the trees, figure it's just animals >the next morning there's two dead birds on either side of my brothers sleeping bag >he's in a tent >one of the stakes on my tent has been replaced with a large knife >tires on my truck are slashed >all of the weapons have been removed from the cab of the truck >seats are cut open >no signs of forced entry into the truck >the keys are still in my tent >Whatthehell.jpg >screw camping >get a friend to bring us some spare tires >go home

The scariest part about this is that they were in all of our tents at some point and we didn't wake up. It gives me chills just thinking about it.

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>be 9 or 10 >go over to childhood friends house to hang out for the day with my older brother >friend lives in a very rural part of town with deep forests and tons of abandoned barns and some houses >decide to go exploring >yes I love exploring >in the woods for a good 45 minutes to an hour >end up stumbling upon a really old, rusted and abandoned fifth wheel with a bunch of junk just pouring out of the front door (books, toys, pictures and what not) >friend starts picking up the photos and looking at them >glance over to friend and see him staring at a couple photos with a disgusted/scared look on his face >ask him whats wrong >says, "come look at these" >older brother and I walk start walking towards him >before we get close enough to him we hear a loud male voice screaming >immediately start running faster then I've ever ran out of the fifth wheel and towards the direction of his house >make it back to the house >all out of breath >I'm kind of nervously laughing >brother asks him what he saw on the photos >said they were pictures of naked kids with fat dudes sitting around them >get a sick feeling in my stomach >didn't tell parents >ended up going home early that day

Never talked to him about for years until a couple months ago and he still seemed freaked out about it. We're both 19 now. Maybe not nope worthy, but it still gives me chills when I think about it sometimes.

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>bored with friends one night >decide to go hunting for the Jersey Devil >we don't actually believe in JD but it gives us an excuse to wander around the Pine Barrens late at night >drive down to south Jersey, bring a gun just in case of Pineys >wander around in the woods for a while >friend stops dead in his tracks, staring into the trees >two big cat eyes are reflecting off of his flashlight >contemplate running >a LOUD growl comes from its direction that most definitely did not sound like a bear, but we didn't know what it was >back up slowly, no need to give this thing a reason to chase us >it follows us slowly >just gotta get back to the car... >it jumps out of the trees >PANIC >run, didn't even get a good look at it >everyone runs, the thing gives chase >reach car >it's gone, like it was never there at all

nope.mov all the way home.

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>be last year >go on kayak camping trip with a few bros >we're in the middle of nowhere camped on the bank of the river >we cook food and have a nice fire going, typical camping stuff >this is night 2 of what was to be an 8 night trip >laying in tent >hear raccoons running around our camp site eating what we left laying out >something starts pushing down on my tent >think its a coon >swat at it to get it off >doesn't get off >yell to try and scare it >doesn't get off >now I'm pissed >kick with all my might >whatever my foot hit was as solid as a rock and didn't budge >NOPE >things leaves out the loudest scream you've ever heard and its like a foot away >friends start screaming "what the hell, what the hell" >I yell back for them to not leave their tents >hear thunderous footsteps as it runs back into the woods >none of us made a noise the rest of the night but I now no one slept >as soon as there was a little sunlight we packed up and went home

It took us 2 days to get where we were, and 1 day to get out.

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> in forest > rumored to be haunted > go to it alone just for fun > step into forest > here clear knocking on tree > search forest, still knocking, no one in site > no animals in site > walk out of forest, knocking stops > back in starts again > do this 6 times > laugh nervously but nope outta there > that night I had a dream about this man telling me he's the spirit of the forest telling to stay out of his forest because humans have damaged it to much > wtf? >go back there one day with a video camera alone, while friends wait. > see nothing >start saying mean stuff taunting ghosties > all of a sudden get pushed down >nope > watch tape > voices heard, ask friend to play again > super christian deletes it

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>Be young, 12-14'ish. >Used to live on a family farm. >Norway, so naturally alot of mountains, hills and forests. >Used to explore the surrounding forests all the times my parents were working. >One day while adventuring in the woods around the nearby marsh, I found alot of small bones. >Used to find lots of bones from small rodents and birds. >These were stocked in many small piles. >Search through the piles to look for animal skulls to take home. >Think I see something move in the outline of the trees across the marsh. >Startled. >Sit perfectly still, peering at the forest. >See nothing. >Continue to search, a little shaky. >Start hearing buzzing sounds. >Sun settles behind some clouds. >Suddenly feel this strange chill, as if a cold breeze would brush over me while completly naked. >Gets darker around the stems and roots of the trees. >Completly frozen. >See a shadow moving underneath one of the trees. >NOPE >Discard everything in my hands. >Sprint as fast as I can away from the marsh, towards the fields. >Get out of there.

>Later at the farm house I stick my hand down in the pocket of the jacket I wore. >Something in there. >Pull it out. >Its a small skull. >Didn't recall ever finding any. >Go out. >Throw it in the fields. >Eat something and go to bed. >Sleep. >Wake up in the middle of the night. >Pee time. >Enter the bathroom. >Same skull lies on the side of the sink. >Freak out. >Run back to my room. >Pee in a vase for the rest of the night.

My mother brought with her the skull when we moved, locked up somewhere in the house, always gives me the creeps when I think back.

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>Be 11 >Be 2 AM >Grandparents house, window facing creepy thick woods >Always be creeped out by it >Looked through the window, first time ever >Fat trucker sitting there smiling at me >passout.jpg >Wake up next morning >ask grandpa about it >He has no idea who it was >NOPE

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>few years ago >Walking the da woods with friends >Friends live near woods and I live in a different town >They tell me stories of seeing these weird creatures they call "White things" >LOL whatevs >We have a sleepover and it's a nice night so we go and sleep on the trampoline >Quiet, about 1:00am, trying to fall asleep >We hear whispers around trampoline, but can't see anything. >Branches are cracking around us >LOL wut >Friend gets wicked scared and says it's the "white things" >Oh whatever >"No really I just saw one." >Bull >Hears a noise in tree above us, screeching. >NOPE >Runs inside and doesn't go out there until morning. No signs of anything. >Haven't encountered so called "White things" since.

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Mine is simple, and it isn't very fascinating, but it still freaks me out.

>in college >awake late at night in dorm room >hear screams coming from the woods >"OH GOD NO! OH GOD OH GOD!" >Hear weird rhythmic, melodic sounds some nights, kind of like a really screwed up violin >NOPE every time.

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An anon once told me about the time he was in the woods and as night came, he got lost and he spent all night there. At some point during the night, he saw someone coming and as that person walked the path, he knocked on the tree trunks and lean in as if he tried to listen to something in it. The guy didn't see the anon and he kept going knocking on trunks till he was out of sight.

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>be 9 and over at a buddies new house >exploring dark woods near his house, like, can barely see anything during the day >see something reflecting the glow of his flashlight >I ready my bat, he readies his dad's kukri >It's just an old flashlight >Caked in blood >With an old shovel nearby >NOPE

Later did some digging around with his dad and found a ton of wild animals burried everywhere.

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>be walking through wooded area at night >hear loud crashes like fireworks behind me and my friend >on top of that it sounds like a few tools banging at a workshop >hear these sounds for 3 second periods at about a minute interval >we'd been walking for one or two miles and the noises weren't getting quieter >loads of cats around were shrieking and crying

It was like a war going on a mile down the road.

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>hiking with my wife >our last day off before work >kind of spur of the moment stuff >we'd hiked there before >we follow old logging roads that wind to the top of a hill >hike to the top of the hill >we spend about an hour there >start back down >stop for to throw rocks >trying to hit this certain tree >I bend down to pick up a rock >bam >wife falls off the edge of the trail and down the hill >hillside is steep, loose dirt, kinda rocky >run down after her >see her laying along this flat spot >get to her >hear brush/leaves moving from the woods about 25 feet away >figure a bunch of rocks/dirt came loose and kept rolling >she seems pretty dazed >pretty scraped up >help her up and over to a big rock >she is limping >okay, if we cut through the woods here we should get back to the road >she nods >let her rest a few minutes >we start through >her legs are still shaky >we're going really slow >takes almost 45 minutes to get back to the road >there is a 10 foot drop from down to the road >I jump down >she sits down and I turn to help her down >notice what looks like a bush behind her >she jerks back >screams and throws herself forward off on top me >I catch her >stagger >she said something grabbed her backpack >look up >the bush is gone >hear brush/leaves/wood cracking going back into the woods >allthenope >take her backpack >keep a hold of her hand the rest of the way to the car >starting to get dark >she is moving slow >constalty hear movement in the brush or off in the edge of the woods around us >finally make it to the car >get out of there >she tells me on the way home it felt like something was pulling her down the hill >didn't mention it when it happened >sounded crazy >check her ankle when we get home and cleaned up >cut looks like a clawmark >morenopes

Walking back was so scary, it felt like she could just get snatched away and as it got dark I wouldn't have been able to find her. We've never gone hiking again.

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>be me at about 7 years old >go with mother sister me and her friend and her daughter to cottage >up far in northern Ontario >get there, place is in bad shape (mother's friend was messy) >her daughter takes me through forest to see old abandoned farmhouse >really creepy looking >look in window see some really disgusting deformed mans face kinda like jason from Friday the thirteenth but like 10x worse >NOPE OUT OF THERE >get back to cottage explain what happend everyone freaked out

Never went back there again to this day (I'm 24 now) and I can still remember that face it's just horrifying thinking about it....

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>Be taking pictures at abandoned warehouse >In middle of woods >Just before sunset >Pitch black inside except for flashes from camera >Wander near standing water fountain in middle of building

>Want

>Stare at fountain, realized it's not totally silent... >Breathing, not mine. >Occasional footstep sound. >Grab water fountain and book it

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>be 13 >love exploring >love walking through woods and on train tracks >often go by myself >this time I was alone >walking through woods like usual >pretty deep in- maybe a half hour >start smelling rotting >scared >almost run >decide to go on >find shack >there's some skined deer hanging about, so that would be the scent >decide to go splorin' >go into shack >knives and machetes EVERYWHERE >rusty and blackened >duct tape and rope and sketchy stuff >look at a pile on he ground >all pictures of kids >they all seem to not notice they are being photographed >decide to ditch >jog out >go through the way I came >through some bushes and onto a trail >round a corner and see this old dirty looking guy who has a little blood on him (I assume from the deer but it was still scary) >turn around and run >he yells and starts chasing me >I go through this field and this thicket of trees >end up on train tracks >I lost the dude >walking down tracks out of breath >start noticing small-looking clothing littered along the sides of the tracks >NOPE >start jogging again >there is A LOT of this childrens clothing and most of it looks really old >smell of rot >there are dead turkey buzzards next to the clothing >they seem to be totally mutilated >jogging fast >start hearing yelling >turn around >old guy is about a half mile back and has something in his hand >NOPE >I didn't even bring my knife >nope off the tracks and skip through this big cluster of thorn-bushes and this creepy forest >end up on this street across town from where I live >it has no houses on it >jog for like 20 minutes until I get home >got home >eat dinner >didn't tell my parents because they would forbid me from the woods >told like 2 friends

Apparently there were rumors of a traveling child-abductor in the woods. I am not sure I believe that, but it scared me.

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>Be 15 or 16 >At my cottage with a friend >Walking near the woods at dusk >Stumble across a completely wrecked RV on the side of the path >My friend asks "Want to go check it out?" >We hear glass shattering and a low guttural growl accompanied with what sounds like a girl screaming mixed with the cry of an eagle >NOPE

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> Innawoods, around 2 years ago, Winter time, hunting > Tip of West Virginia, home of the hoopies (Dad lives there) > Tip of sun is disappearing over the mountains, barley any light, so I'm heading home > See a doe, say screw it, shoot its shoulder off. (7mm magnum, packs a punch) > Decide to gut it right then and there, with little sis and dad so should be quick > We decide to gut it right next to the trees > We were in-between sections of trees. Ever seen strips of clear land on mountains for power lines with lots'a trees on either side? Exactly like that > I am right up against some big bushes, putting my knife in, start to hear shaking behind me > Everyone hears it too. "Probably a coyote waiting for the leftovers." My dad said > Continue gutting, bushes still shaking, sounds closer > Turn around to look at it with a flashlight, I'm searching for eyes about 2-3 feet off the ground along the trees, see nothing > Turn back around to the doe > Hear it again, it is in the bush right behind me > Step forward and turn around, decide to scare it off by taking a few running steps at it > Run into bush and put my foot in it for good measure, nothing but the sound of me shaking the bush > Finish skinning deer. About to go home, hear it again, may or may not of grunted, don't remember > In any case, I didn't hear a single coyote howl that night, or growl from the bushes > Right before I turn around I feel a hot breath on my neck > Hairsonmyneck.jpg > Decide to just walk forward, away from the trees > Don't mention it to anyone, look back at bushes, see nothing > Walk home was uneventful > Forget about it until now

Kind of creepy now that I think about it. I'm still convinced it was an animal that was waiting for any scraps, but this thing was pretty much on me.

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>be hanging out at this haunted old church in the middle of the woods that has a lot of local history >be sitting in car in parking lot with friend one night >car is turned off >hear a drum sound coming from the woods, like one of those deep war drums >starts getting closer and louder >all of a sudden, the drumming comes right up behind my car real fast >BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM! >instant intense feeling of indescribable sheer terror and dread >feel like I'm surrounded by true evil >friend flipping out screaming at me that "There's something bad here, we need to leave!" >so scared I'm crying >turn on car and promptly GTFO

I think I had a legitimate demonic experience that night. Other stories from the same place:

>be sitting in car, parked and turned off >back end of car slams down like someone had just jumped on it

>be hanging out in parking lot >hear banging sound coming from the creepy shack thing next to the church >start chucking rocks and acorns at the shack to try to imitate the sound >not even close >sounded like someone whacking it full-force with a baseball bat >nobody else there but us

>take ouija board one night >it swears at me >put it away and leave

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>camping with friends >walking along this path with my friend talking loudly >she asks me >"Oh crap, Meg did you bring that extra sleeping bag for me?" >Yeah I got it, we're good. >we keep walking >getting pretty far away from camp >suddenly from the brush cross the stream that our path paralleled >Beeeeehhh did yeeeyyee bbrbrbring da eeetra eeeeepi beeerrrrrrggggg fo me >it was so inhuman sounding like an animal almost >it repeats several times >each time it sounds more and more like my friend >we are terrified >we start running back >hear leaves moving behind us >too afraid to look >from behind us in a low whimper >"waaait I'm hurt" >sounds just like me >I'm crying >we keep running >as we get closer to the opening into the field we were camping in the bushes are thicker >we're not real fit and we had been running pretty hard >gasping for air >directly from the right of us >"tired YET" >sounds like her again with almost a bark >shaking so hard at this point >I turn and look back >see this massive mound of fur in the bushes turn and go back the way we came from >get to camp and tell our friends what happened >they of course don't believe us >we refuse to stay there that night >get in her car and drive to town and sleep in a cheap motel >about 10 PM her phone rings >friends at the camp >"JESUS WILL YOU GUYS GIVE IT UP? IT'S BEEN TWO HOURS YOU'RE NOT SCARING US JUST KEEPING US FROM SLEEPING" >friend gets hysterical telling them to leave >they're convinced we drove back there are in the woods yelling that we're hurt and for them to come help us >I turn up the motel tv and let them hear that we're in town >they hang up immediately and drive to our motel and spend the rest of the night >next day we go back for our stuff and never go camping again

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>Be fifteen >Go on camping trip with Boy Scouts >Stay at a campground with a pre-built lean to >Hanging from one of the struts is a long bone with a woven talisman of sorts made of sticks >One of the older boys takes it down and tosses it into the woods >Nervous laughter about it >Go to sleep several hours later after setting up the rest of the campsite >Wake up in the middle of the night >Hear someone walking around the leanto over and over >take a head count >Everyone's there >Start freaking out >Next morning go to find the bone >It's gone

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>Be teenager >live in suburban area next to forest with a river running through it, near farmland etc (UK) >In the field just before entrance to forest >Me, my brother and one of his friends playing catch with a Frisbee >I toss the Frisbee, afterwards I casually glance down path into forest as something caught my eye >Just before a bend in the path, I see a pale figure of a man wearing a white suit (this was a fair distance away, so I couldn't make out any facial features) >call brother and friend over, they see it too >the white figure is standing prefectly still, just staring at us >we are terrified >suddenly, figure sidesteps into undergrowth (brambles and nettles mind you) still staring at us, and disappears >not a split second later a woman walking her dog comes up the path >White figure could not have possibly moved out of the way in time for the woman not to notice him >she or her dog had no reaction whatsoever to the man >we nope'd the fuck over the fence back into the house

The woods themselves aren't too creepy, but the river that runs through it is very weird. We call it 'a hungry river' as at least one person drowns in it every year.

>a few weeks after the white man >me and my dad are walking through the field on the opposite side of the river, directly opposite the forest looking for shed deer antlers >we've only been there 10 minutes and I spot the man in white again, in approximately the same place as last time >I call my dad over and he sees him too >Man in white is facing us, staring at us >we watch him for another 10 minutes or so, no-one comes up the path and he doesn't move >my dad decides me need to go home now >have to walk through several fields to get home so it takes us about twenty minutes >Get home, dad goes into our side of the forest to see it the man is still there >no-one to be seen up the entirety of the forest path >never see the man in white again

These next stories are in random order, I'm typing them up as I remember them. It usually takes a while to jog my memory lol Also sorry for any typos, I'm using handwriting recognition as my keyboard is busted.

>be 19 >a week or a few days after my dad died >middle of the right, rest of family is sleeping >smoke alarm goes off, scares the crap out of me >wakes everyone up >the alarm only lasted a few seconds before stopping, which is weird because even when you press the test switch it stays on for 30 seconds >batteries were new and everything >we checked the house for fire, smoke etc. Nothing >noped the fuck back to sleep

The exact same thing happened a few nights later, only the alarm went off twice in the same hour. The Fireman check the household alarms once a year, When they checked ours later in the year, there was nothing wrong with it at all.

Also:

>day after my dad died >I was in my room alone >a few soft knocks on my door >no-one else upstairs but me

My door was slightly ajar too so if anyone was there I would've been able to see them.

And after all this I still don't believe in ghosts

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>be about 11 years old >be exploring woods behind my house with my best friend, since I lived in the country and we would do this every weekend >find weird stuff in the deepest parts of the woods, just stuff people leave behind >one week, find an overturned refrigerator sitting in a ravine >we are curious, but there's a lock on the door >we come back next week and manage to break the lock off >inside is a bunch of bags, the plastic kind you keep food in, full of something tannish-red and squelchy that smells absolutely rancid >"Haha, anon, maybe it's a dead body" >both laugh awkwardly, shake it off and decide it was meat from a hunter or something (though I dunno why a hunter would just dump this shit in the woods) >go back next week after we popped the lock >fridge is gone, somehow dragged away from the middle of the fucking woods >...like they had something to hide >nope

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>Be 17 >Riding ATV's in the middle of the Oregon woods on some old logging roads with my cousin >Enter into a meadow, decide to stop and look around a bit >Dead silent, except for the sound of a stream down through the woods >Cousin wants to go check it out, so we head into the treeline >Woods were so dense, only about 2-3 feet between trees, plus bushes and moss >Had to hike down there on foot, about 100 feet to the bottom of the valley >Get to stream, cousin heads over to look at a tree >See an old rusty car on the other side of the stream >Wonder what a car is doing this far out in the woods >Head over to investigate >Look inside, just leaves >Voice whispers "hey" from nearby ferns >Another one chimes in "hey, look what we've got" >My heart drops and I NOPE back across the stream >Cousin comes running and says he saw people crouching in the bushes nearby >Run up towards the ATV's, left, and never looked back

That was the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. I have no idea what was going on there.

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Okay, I don't have a story myself, but this is a story from my brother. It was years ago when I heard this, so I might be getting a few details wrong.

He and his friends had some four wheelers that they took into this huge expanse of woods behind our neighborhood. They had been there before, but there are so many trails that they took new paths all the time. They ran across an actual cabin. Full-sized cabin, completely abandoned. They didn't have the nerve to go inside (even though it was the middle of the day). But they did examine the outside a lot. They found nothing, but started seeing and hearing things around the place. They said they were seeing a big black shadow and a small white shadow. The small white one was occasionally accompanied by soft childish laughs and some toy noises (my brother swears he heard a jack-in-the-box).

This is when it gets weird. They decided to leave to go to this big clearing where they could really hit full speed and do donuts and stuff. On completely flat ground, with a tiny turn, one of the four wheelers began to turn over. It stuck on two wheels, balancing there. For minutes. All of them tried to push it back over, but couldn't do it. They all claim to have heard the childish laughing while this was happening. It quit in an instant and the cart fell back onto its wheels. They hightailed it out of there and never went back.

I can't tell you much about the truthfulness of this tale because it wasn't personal experience... But seeing my brother's face when he walked in the door that day? SOMETHING happened.

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>was hiking out in the woods >still relatively close to civilization >hear a strange noise in the distance >sounds like grunting and cloth being pulled >decide it'll be cool to go all Metal Gear Solid and see what the noise is without being detected >get down low to the ground and start heading towards the noises >see two guys carrying something large wrapped up in bed sheets >suddenly this isn't fun anymore >crouched down trying to be as still as possible >waiting for them to just pass me by so I can get out of there >one of them looks over in my general direction >he suddenly stops walking >sets down his end of the whatever they were carrying >points directly at me >starts running towards me >other guy following behind him >I take off like a bat out of hell >after a few minutes of heart pounding forest jogging I get out into the street >they stopped chasing me >get home and tell my parents what I saw >they call the police >police found a body shoved into a large runoff pipe not far from where I was

I stopped going out into the forest alone after that.

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When I was about 11, I went on a Boy Scout (I know, I was 11, come on) Jamboree, which is essentially just a large meet up of all the Boy Scout groups on the island. It was held in the middle of Terra Nova park, which is a large provincial park, filled with campgrounds and woods. Also, the theme of this Jamboree - "Magical Mysteries". (they copied the demerit/points thing from harry potter, and everything had a magical theme. Again, I was 11)

>be me >be activity day >our group decides to do the blind trail walk >we get blindfolded, and one at a time, walk down a trail >at different points, older kids guide us through an obstacle >crawl under this, climb over that, etc. >get to one point, I have to walk across a log over a ditch >older kid explains it to me, then says/does nothing >walk across log, almost fall, feel him hold my arm and help me across >say thanks >no answer >continue walking a few feet, feel him poke me in the rips >lolwat, stop man >feel him poke me in the back, hear giggling >sounds like a girl giggling as well >feel another poke in the ribs >STOP MAN >rip off blindfold, nobody there >look back at log, older kid is like 150 feet down the trail, helping up a kid who had fallen over

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Ummmm, not that it's common for everyone, but I've run across mannequins in the woods. I was out hiking a stupidly-backwoods area along the Kentucky red river valley --bushwackinjg, not hiking-- and for no sensical reason, I found a mannequin torso just out in the woods.

The thing was half buried in leaves and so I just thought it was a dead body until I got closer. How did a mannequin get miles from civilization in the middle of inpenatrable woods?

I can't tell you. But if it was just some kids trying to scare someone, they got me.

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>going hunting with a friend. he's trying to teach me how to shoot and stuff >after a day of not seeing a single animal, he makes us go deeper into the forest >next day we see hare corpses while tracking an elk. >ignore them, getting a really bad feeling though. >friend urges me to track the elk even at 4am >oblige, really tired. >after a few minutes we find an elk, but it's injured. >elk is making this dying screech, super scared. >it drops down to the ground just 30 feet away from us >dead silence >see another animal walk up to the elk >think it's a bear, but it isn't shaped right >looks like an antlered baby elephant. >it growls. >friend is freaking out and shoots it with his 22. >it growls again then charges at us. >I shoot it as well then run away, neck in neck with my friend. >never look back, but we can hear it getting really close to us. >come to really steep hill, which turns into a small cliff-ish thing >roll down hill, hear animal come down after us. >hear it thump on the ground >after me and bro get up, we can't find the corpse of the beast with our torches >nope out of the forest, nope for several hours straight until we get back home

While going back home we convinced eachother it was a big bear, a REALLY big bear. We have stuck with that and have never gone hunting since.

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>Be 18 years old >In the woods with about 60-70 people that I volunteered with >Staying in two cabins quite close to each other >Night fall >Can't see a thing >Me and about 15 others go together to tell ghost stories as we hike in the woods around cabins >After telling a few stories, notice some movement in the top of the trees >Back out towards edge of tree line do to spooked >Notice hundreds eyes all paired in twos glowing do to the cabin front porch lights >Confusion but not scared >All of sudden a pair of eyes plops down from about 12 feet or so in the tree >Makes a creepy sound that no bird or raccoon would make >All of us run like hell to the cabins hearing a few more of those things drop down and scurry towards us >All any of us could see were the glowing eyes

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>be me, >14 years old >me nad 3 friends go to the woods build a tree house >on the road making jokes about ghosts and spirits, how would we react if we see something >found a suitable tree >2 friends go on the tree to work, me and another >friend are down. >suddenly the friend who was with me tells me to turn around >of course.jpg >His face became pale and says to me: "please turn around" >I look behind me and I see a 2m tall black apparition was pointing at us >friends who were on the tree also saw the apparition >instantly jumping from the tree >We ran like crazy >After maybe 3 kilometers just stopped to catch our breath, and the friend who jumped from a tree had sprained his foot.

First I thought to myself I was imagining such things, but after I talked to my friends, they had seen the same thing.

A month after that I could not sleep, and even today when I pass that place I panic, and never go alone.

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I do believe my old neighborhood had a cult nearby.

>Long time ago, walking to school to catch the bus. >Was 8, didn't really care for shit >One day I remember hearing lots of rustling in a woods nearby >Had time before the bus so went to investigate >I was really quiet, trying to see what was going on. Lucky for me I was wearing green, so I blended in well. >Saw about 3-4 people in the distance moving away. If I ran to them, they would have been long gone. >Go up a bit and see skeletons of different animals, had no idea which though >Felt really sick and terrified, ran away crying >Get on the bus and block that out for the rest of the day

I had some other near encounters if anyone wants to hear about them.

[Of course.]

At the time I lived in Oregon. I'm a Washington man now.

>Fast forward about six months later, I just turned 9. >Exploring woods around my house >Come across burned patches on the ground, shaped in a small circle >It really looked recent, like someone just used it >Investigate the other part of this open area >There were feathers and bones more than likely from chickens just laying around >Pieces of cloth were pinned on nearby trees >My body felt shivers all over and left as soon as possible >While leaving, I heard more rustling behind me, took a chance and looked behind >A man who looked to be in his 30's, wearing a weird uniform was collecting the feathers >He didn't see me as I ran away

Now I'm about 85% sure there had to be a shack nearby or some place they used as a retreat.

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>be like 9 or 10, whatever >trailer is right beside the woods >humid, gotta sleep with the bedroom window open(with the screen up though) >sounds of the forest soothing >suddenly hearing music >sort of sounds like windchimes or music box >at first assume it's someone having a weird woods getdown with a loud stereo, try to ignore it >sounds like it's getting closer >areyouserious.jpeg >head out on the porch to scope it out >suddenly music sounds really beautiful and I get the urge to follow it >realize I'm already off the porch walking towards the woods >get weird chilled feeling, like something isn't right >head back in the house, try to sleep >music continues out there until like 4am, sounding like it's right outside my window