These legends from Ask Reddit are going to see you want to stay indoors all time long .

1 . I was in Syria on a stay from Australia back in the late 90′ s. I attended 2 bird-dogs in the distance, about 30 metres away, lit up by a luminous moon. They had faces that appeared human. I gravely froze. They moved up to about 10 metres away and looked altogether flinging human. One of them snarled so I burnt off a round and they ran away. I immediately honcho back home looking over my shoulder the whole way. I told my aunt what I envisioned and members of this house appeared in laughter. It was some regional ghost story. Everyone had an encounter with them at one stage or something. Fuck those dogs.

2. It was in the summer around sunset and I was camping at a remote campground with my papa. There was a lake right next to the grounds and my papa and I would trail glow through the forest liberty next to the lake because if you ran far enough there was a really pretty waterfall. A few strange things happed on this hike. We knew a trounce stack that had a little kids shoe on top. When we came to a small clearing, my dad had to take a leak to he faced one slope of the remove and I faced the other and we both clearly sounded small children say,” I’m over here .” My daddy thought it was me, and when he recognise it wasn’t, we depleted half an hour looking for someone, but we met nothing. After that, we gave up on going to the waterfall and was beginning to shape our method back to camp, but there were clear sounds of something following us( twigs snapping, undergrowths shaking ). We haven’t been camping there since.

3. I was in the timbers with three friends at night. A friend’s mansion was nearby and I was getting hungry so I vanished inside to find some menu. Another friend came inside with me. Two friends were still outside.

Later on, one of the two who is currently outside comes in and reads the indoor friend on the couch next to me. They panic and immediately run back outside.

I poke my head out the door inviting what’s going on, exclusively to hear them yell as loudly because they can:” THAT’S NOT KEVIN”

Everyone comes inside and appeases down a little, and the fib comes out. They envisioned the friend who was indoors with me( Kevin) had been outside with them this entire time. Why? Because in the darkness of the lumbers they saw a silhouette about the same height walking alongside them silently, then at some point it ran away and they were chasing it reviewing Kevin was loping off for some reason. The rationale my friend yelled,” That’s not Kevin” was to stop the last outdoor friend from shooting whoever was out there deeper into the woods.

We still have no idea who that was or why they didn’t ever speak.

4. My girlfriend and I had driven down an old-fashioned grunge road that raced beside a reservoir on one side with mountains on the other. We were looking forward to unexplored domain to hike in. The grunge road became a trail and eventually was immersed up solely by the forest. Formerly the road became insurmountable by automobile we got out and hiked for relatively some time and began obligating our route back to the car as the daylight was going down.

It was a challenge getting the car turned around but I eventually administered and we were off. It was slow becoming as it was a shitty road and getting darknes fast. Abruptly we came to fork in the footpath that hadn’t been visible coming the other way. Neither of us had any idea whether to go right or left so I only picked randomly, hoping that both would end up taking us back to the main road.

As we rounded a small curve in the road our headlights fall upon a boy dragging a large hockey duffle bag off the trail into the timbers. As soon as the flames hit him he exactly froze totally still. Driving past him was almost like an eternity because we couldn’t have been doing more that 5 miles an hour, due to the shitty road. My girlfriend and I didn’t say a word to one another until we were well past him…at which point we were like” Wtf was that ?” And then the road ended. Only like where we had stopped the first time, the forest had swallowed up this part of the road. We were going to have to turn around and drive by the man with the human sized duffle bag again.

I told my sweetheart to fasten up and hold on tight because at the first sign of hassle I was going to gun it. We came to the spot where the man was and he was nowhere to be seen. We eventually realise it to the right path and got the fuck out of there.

The weirdest thing about it was that there wasnt a vehicle anywhere near this chap for 50 miles in either direction. We would’ve seen it if there had been. We’d traveled as far as possible both lanes and there time wasn’t and residence to pull off of the road. How the hell did he get there? Where was he vanishing? What was in the bag?

5. I get hiking in the woods that permeate my town, sometimes so late that I get to see the sunshine rise out there.

The strangest thing I ever appreciated was what I could have been describe as a shanty town was built up apparently overnight deep into the lumbers. Simple little hovels made of scrap metal and bed sheets and a small fire pit that someone had made out of an old-time tire, with the ardor still burning. But that wasn’t the weird part.

The weird part was that this was well delivered midnight when I spot this place and it was quiet as a tomb. There was no one there. Someone acquired the disturbance of going a fervour exiting and then left it. From the review of it this lieu could brace about a dozen or so people and hitherto there was nothing there but the attack they vacated and whatever possessions they had left in the shanties.

6. I go out for ambles very late at night somewhat often, so I’ve seen a few cases things.

The creepiest though, happened a couple of months ago. I left the house around 1:30 am, and it started off as a ordinary march. I strolled around the town till about 2:00 am, when I decided to go home. I was walking back the direction I had came when I noticed a black van move down the street. Didn’t really pay to much attention to it though, at first. I did given attention though when I determine it gradually drive by me for a second time. I wasn’t only sure it was the same van though, so I exactly continued ambling. But this time I continued an look out. And low and fucking gaze, about ten minutes later, the same damn black van came down the street again. This time I knew for sure because it didn’t have license plates. Now I was reasonably scared, so I picked my speed up a little bit. When the van came around again this time, it stopped in the middle of the road a few room in front of me. I stopped, turned around, and booked it back in the other direction. I made a few turns onto different arteries, and then moved right into someone’s yard. I waited behind their barrier, and the same fucking van came down the street. I assume that when they couldn’t find me, they eventually decided to fuck off. But I waited in that yard for about 20 minutes before I loped back to my house and practically threw myself through my bedroom window.

7. Oh goddammit, I forgot the one that* actually* performed in fall down clutching my heart.

I was tenting and some of the group had gone off on a late light saunter. After a while, me and a friend get tolerated and decided to go look for them. It was pretty much rolling grassland slopes with few trees out there, so we figured it wouldn’t be hard. It was likewise unearthly hushed, other than the occasional remote owl or coyote resonates, so we were whispering and being very chill. There was pretty good moon so we hadn’t wreaked illuminations either. Anyway, I finally visualize person stay under a tree on the crest of this mound, so I go up there first. I call out humbly and don’t get a response. Again , any answers. Kinda pestered, I simply strut up there, but I’m realizing something gazes creepy about such person or persons I’ve been encounter. They’re holding their appendages over their president and the proportions aren’t right. But I think that was all kinda subconscious, because I didn’t do anything different until I went close enough to see that it wasn’t a person at all, but a fucking coyote that someone had flayed and strung up to the tree by the legs like some kind of totem. I literally fell downwards in shock.

Turns out the woman who owned the belonging was no fan of coyotes coming after her sheep. She too woke us all up in the middle of the night formerly with sustained AR-1 5 attack. Like 20 hits. Someone who lived near there just said ” Oh she must have found a whole battalion of them. Go back to sleep .”

8. It wasn’t what I realise- I appreciated nothing out of the ordinary. However my dog went particularly stirred around a certain part of a trail and altered between barking and snarling, and hiding behind my legs. It creeped me out fairly that we hurried out of there fast.

9. I walk at night in my rural area regularly. I’ve encountered black gives, coyotes, bobcats, angry deer, and everything on down, with no real concern. But the creepiest encounter, was a little black pickup truck with rainbow and unicorn stickers. Bubblegum pop music blaring, and it smelled like cottencandy when it passed me. First time it transferred me it veered to hit me. I hopped out of the way easily. I visualized good-for-nothing of it truly, precisely figured they were startled by assure me at night with my contemplative gear. The truck curved back and comes at me again. I insured it coming this time and grabbed my pup up just in time to jump into a trench. I heard little girl laughter, high pitched and maniacal. The tiny truck clique back for a third go at me, but by then I was hiding in my neighbours shrubbery. I watched it gradually drive down the road, hearing giggling as it passed me. Fortunately it preserved on travelling and I induced it residence just fine.

10. I’m late to the party, but year ago some friends and I were going to have a campfire at a pond belatedly at night, with bountiful quantities of alcohol. When we got there, we had to drive around a obstruction, and one of the cars got stuck in the silt. While trying to get it unstuck, I seemed around and made a joke about how “were just” surely in the beginning of a horror movie. We all laugh about it. We get the car out and continue to the lake, get all set up, fuel is going, music is playing, imbibes are flowing, we are having a great time. All of a sudden some random fucking person comes walking out of the woods with a beer. I get agitated, everyone else tells me I’m being paranoid since I watch a good deal of spooky movies. They invite him to join us, he objective up sitting next to me( but a few cases feet down ). I go to grasp another beer from the cooler, understand the tomahawk that somebody generated and I decide I’m going to hold on to it. I sit back down and this random person clears some observe about he can see my jugular and wants to bite it. I’m ready to peace tf out, but I of course didn’t drive. A little while later he makes a comment about he should have brought his series checked. I’m completely alone in imagine this is going to end naughtily, I move across the fire and closer to the cooler and one of your best friend. I specified the tomahawk next to me, try to ignore the guy and experience my light. Fast forward a bit, and the person is compiling more eerie notes so I reach for the tomahawk. It’s gone. I start gazing around, discretely at first, when the person smiles at me from across the fire and extends “looking for this?” and accommodates up the hatchet. I said ” fucking all of this, I’m leaving” and managed to get one of my friends to leave. The next day everyone said that nothing more happened, but as someone who has seen A Mint of movies, I wasn’t taking any lucks. I’m white, but I’m not laugh off a crazy guy with a tomahawk white.

11. I drove to a park to go hiking at night in the mountains( so safe I know) And I hadn’t even turned off my gondola and I already feel like I’m being watched. There weren’t any gondolas around so I concluded perhaps it was just me being paranoid for some reason. But for some reason I seemed to my right and I see this weird searching humanoid chassis on top of the little jolt mountain about 50 feet down. At first I though it was a weirdly influenced tree until I pictured the arms move( no gale at all ). So now I know there’s a person staring at my auto trying not to move, for what I expect is for me to get out of my vehicle and leave to a more secluded region as “were just” next to the road.

Of course I left, I don’t go hiking at night in that particular park anymore.

12. A few friends and I gone on an over darknes hike in the Rockies behind our small town a few years back when I was in HS. Our camping site was pretty far up there and it was getting dark. The recognize we were at was nuzzled in a woodland of trees secluded from the wind and points so we decided to stop there for the light. The four of us constructed a little fire and feed dinner then just talked for a few cases hours. Then all of the sudden my friend leapings forward and douses the fire with our disaster liquid plunging us into complete darkness. Needless to say the rest of us were pretty pissed as there was no reason for him to do this. He quickly shushes the americans and we realise he is absolutely Startled. Like so scared he couldn’t even speak or move. The residue of us manage to get a few word out of him and he tells us to look up on the crest we’re we should have been camping at. It was pretty far up so it was kind of hard to see at first, but that spate will haunt me for the rest of my life. There was a fire, a big one, like a bonfire sort of thing. Around the shoot were various anatomies is moving forward a gradual halo. They were humanoid but not quite, and in they had arms and legs like beings but something just seemed different about them that I can’t really clarify. Almost like the limbs were too long and scrawny or something but maybe not. Anyway these figures really moved around the fire in a really slow circle over and over again. My one friend claims he could hear them singing something but I don’t remember anything. Importantly there was one standing off to the side a little channels leaning with his arm on a tree branch above his head. It genuinely creeped us out but we were able to sleep it off. We figured it was a scout troop having a camp or something. Morning came and we finished off our hike to the peak and on our mode down we passed the place we understood the above figures and decided to check out the clique. It was absolutely deserted. It was obvious that there had been a fire and there were foot prints everywhere. Inside the fervor pit was a small mound of charred animal bones( probably chipmunk) and a stockpile of four or five rodent skulls that had been burned. Creepy right? Then we look over at where the one figure was standing. Blood. Not a great deal but enough to be of concern or anything but enough to be creepy. Then we interpret the tree branch he was casually resting against. It was well over any of our chiefs and I’m over 6 foot. That would mean that in order for the above figures to lean against it like he was, he would need to be at least 7 hoofs tall. Needless to say, we got off that elevation very fast and I have never been up there again. We called the fish and wildlife guards and told them what we received. They said it was probably just a cluster of kids messing around and not to worry about it. It “mightve” time that, and we make our imaginations run wild, but all four of us swear to this day we all learn the same thing and it didn’t look like a bunch of kids in the dark. I don’t believe in supernatural or the mysterious but those mountains still scare the shit out of me and I will never go back there again.

Don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but there is something out there, supernatural or foolish kids, I’m not proceeding near it.

13. Not intending to mock any doctrine or minds and I really don’t know which radical this “couldve been” credited to anyway. Wickens? Druids? Just a psycho?

Anyway, I was hiking through a ballpark in primary Florida about 3 years ago. Kind of dense bush clean. You are simply picture the trail in front of you. Brush is chest high on both sides. I’m about 2 miles from the nearest trail head and it’s around 7pm. I had an hour of light-colored left. I had planned on rectify clique when I acquire the next clearing.

First clearing I get to has a gator head in the middle with a clique of stones around it. Maybe 2-3 weeks aged. Time a dehydrated skull with proportions. Soft tissue was gone. I had pictured gator skulls left by poachers before and I often ignore it, but it gave me a quirky vibe so I deterred walking.

About 15 minutes later( and deeper in) I get to another nice sized clearing. This time, a few dead fledglings were strung up to some sticks and hanging in a clique, like a portable over a child cot. 7 or 8 small-scale chicks. Maybe 4 feet across. Had been there for a while. It didn’t reek any more at least. Still creepy enough to send me on my room. Third ages the charisma, right?

Wrong. 20 minutes later and after taking to side footpaths to get away from the prime trail and hopefully avoid any other ” exposes”, I find a fresh one. A deer premier on a lodge. With stays scattered around realizing 4 circles around the base of the stick. The blood was splattered all around the sticks. Fresh fairly for the flies to still be on it. The head smelled rancid. Didn’t see the body, but I didn’t look for it either. I get out of there. I was dark before I got back to my truck.

Called fish and recreation the next morning, because the gator and deer would have been taken out of season. Told them what I attained and apparently this wasn’t the first time mortal called about animal effigies in that common. Never went back but I am bizarre just how many other ” shrines” were out there.

14. About a year ago I was talking a stroll at a regional quality ballpark, it’s rather large-scale, right alongside a big inlet river. I tend to cycle up there as there is plenty of fells and startles in order to be allowed to do on my mountain bike, but this one day/ darknes “ve been a little” peculiar, you know when you can really feel something in the air?

I was going about my business as usual and realized it was getting moderately late, like not dark but the sunrise was beginning to fade , not many beings were there that day but the working day I precisely felt like I was being watched, I lined up a descent which lopes next to a fixed of stairs, quite a long one, right as I stumble the decline I hear this almighty fucking squark, actually throaty, flake of a laughter working in partnership with like, a fledgling I suspect, my handlebars wobbled a little bit but I managed to get to the bottom without falling.

I slam on my dampers and look up the drop behind me and there was this figure, human like simply standing at the top, he was wearing denim jeans with this fucking weird, virtually pagan-esque robe/ clothe which had like plumages on it, all tattered and stuff, and he really look back me, dead pan , no idiom and after about 10 seconds just let out this fucking noise again, really loud, noses stretched out- I shit my fucking breathes, and were starting to round out.

Now it’s about a 10 min travel of breezy footpaths, going over little wooden connections encompassing small-time rivers/ scampers- and I swear to god this noise happens like 4 more durations, each a little closer and to top it off, there was fucking nobody around, like naturally you get couples going through, or older tribe with their puppies, but none , nothing. I’ve been back twice since, and each time I only cannot get cozy enough to stick around and enjoy myself like I used too, one day I thoughts I’ll grasp a bunch of my chums from hockey and proceed exploring, see if we can figure that shit out.

15. I have devoted numerous a darknes hiking in deserts and elevations and never felt uncomfortable or hear anything creepy-crawly until the time I ogled up.

I took a darknes hike to some petroglyphs not too far from Durango, CO. I was alone, was about an hour hike, and it was just after midnight when I got to the petroglyphs. Checked em out then sat on a step and busted out some summertime sausage and my container of whiskey.

I look up to the sky and waaay up there is a speck moving pretty quickly, I’ve seen this before and been told it’s the international space station or a satellite. So I’m watching it zoom across the sky conceiving how cool it is … When it abruptly changes tack. My mind is doing mental gymnastics trying to figure it out, perhaps two planets elapsed each other and I lost sight of the one I was primarily watching. Except it happened AGAIN and it went back the other way on a slightly different course.

I actually stood up and said’ what the fuck ?’. I don’t know much about infinite, but I felt actually agitated watching that white-hot speck course up there doing that, like my brain is investigating something it knows shouldn’t be happening. And then I felt a sense of fright, which was bizarre. And then I lost sight of the spot completely and high-tailed it back to my truck.

16. It’s time for a glowing supernatural story.

Not so much of a hiking though, it was a survival test for connecting a mountaineering golf-club in my campus.

There were 20 -ish of us including myself, in the middle of the timbers, with our foods were confiscated by the recruitment committe so that we needed to find natural foods from quality such as fruit( especially banana ), edible embeds, or even locust or snake if lucky. Contemptible evaluation, but valuable experience indeed.

One day, it was raining so hard in the afternoon and all of our 5 radicals hadn’t finished set up our group bivouacs. We intentionally adjusted them near each other so we could check everyone instantly something is going wrong. No one was talking or chatting to one another, it was only given by our soaked clothes and empty-bellied tummies, when suddenly all of us listen a frantic bride scream. An 5-seconds stunned gal scream. Everyone heard it and the scream was so close and loud, we all thought it was one of us screaming because of snake or something.

So naturally, the sons jolted instant to a bivouac we thought was the source of the scream. No girls were huddling or standing up as we imagined. All of us gazed at one another, extremely the girls as we recollected one of them was attracting a prank on us to surprise us. No one claimed the scream nor admitted that it was her joke, everyone inspected similarly stunned. After minutes of investigating the girls, we then went back to our respective radicals with an unanswered incident, even after the recruitment process was finished and we went back to civilization.

After we officially a number of members of the squad, we shared that story to our elderlies and it turns out, the place my batch used to set bivouacs was the first time to be used in five years. And the last batch utilized that part of the groves knowledge the exact screaming incident, likewise without any logical justification, and they chose to base that incident as their quantity epithet” Forest’s Cry .”

17. It was late and we decided to take a shortcut through a construction locate because we were tired. Because all the streets around the construction site were closed it was completely empty, exactly the two of us in the South Loop area of Chicago.

We’re span this small bridge and exactly chitchatting away about what we liked “the worlds largest” about the testify. I was looking at him and then turn my head forward and am face to face with what looks just like a zombie rat. Someone had made a mummified rat or squirrel or something and use wire to position it like it was pouncing mid-air at your face. Scared the fuck out of me.

18. Wasn’t hiking; but was camping near the Appalachian Trail when I was a teenager( admittedly to go drink on the 4th of July ). Lived near the Appalachian Trail my entirety life, so knew that it was a ripe spot for meth premiers, and serious poverty.

We had chosen a neat big clearing that was next to a parking lot, but we knew the place well enough to know that it wasn’t a particularly called spot( gotta sip somewhere ). Woke up in the middle of the night to a low-pitched hum of some type of vehicle; dismissed it as is currently in the parking lots. Fell back asleep next thing you know the ground was shaking, felt the ground approximately constricting, so the car couldn’t be more than 2-3 paws from our tent driving at a gradual speed with the headlights off.

Naturally thought it was a park ranger but was too scared to be caught drinking to say anything. So I froze up and time pretended to be asleep. Eventually the car drives by full gas, and could hear it go off in the distance, but all the sudden everything was silent, and I look A Much of light illuminates stepping past our tents, I rejected it as how daylights can look like a lot of lamps when shown through a tent.

So thinking it was my friends who gotten out to check what was up with that car. I told them to “shut the fucking flames off”. They did, all set off at the same time. I then turned over to see the out position of all my friends in their sleeping bags, but since we had one more tent I wasn’t annoyed. The guys in the other tent the next day then query us if “were having” gotten out and drove through the campground last-place nighttime, we said no .. I then asked them if they went to check it out. They in turn said no. They thought it was us just returning to our tents.

I then had the most uneasy feeling in the world, like I were just about throw up.

19. I heard a ruckus formerly I cannot explain. Trees shaking, growling and mutters. This was middle of winter and everything was still, and then all this exploded. I loped to my stand since that was closest and affixed up trying to figure out what it was. Still don’t know.

20. Hiking in central Maine, near the 100 mile wilderness part of the AT … about as thinly populated as you can get in the lower 48. Wife and I pull up to the trailhead at about 2AM after a long drive and epic cyclones, and decide to catch a few Z’s before reaching the trail at sunrise.

After settling in we notice a blinking light on a remote elevation- there’s no beam for miles and miles in any attitude it is therefore lodges out immediately- and comment on it likely being the only radio tower for 50 miles. Then the sunrise starts slowly moving down the hill, it’s maybe a couple miles off, and we both get interested. We figure it must be some truly foolish bastard coming down the mountain in the darkest part of night with a headlamp, and the blinking is when a tree overshadows line of sight.

It maintains coming and picks up fasted, and at this quality we are beginning to impel informal jokes that it’s coming rights towards us. I can’t remember how long we had the car’s brightness off, but at this extent we turn them back on as we’re starting to feel a little creepy. We watch the illuminated come down the hill, reporting the couple miles in a minute … perhaps two. Then it’s right outside about 20 hoofs off the anchor and blinking. We grab a flashlight to try to see what it is, but can see nothing – it’s just a blinking light about the brightness of a dim street light seeing every few seconds. It flitted there for around 20 minutes, then was suddenly gone.

To this day we have no idea what it was. I assume some kind of giant glowy bug, but I’ve lived in the country most of my life and have never seen anything that light or a glitch move that fast.

21. My wife treads our bird-dogs late at night.

She heard a resound and couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. It was a high pitched bitching like a radio verified automobile, and seemed to be coming from the graveyard near where she spans a street. She figured an electrical box had failed, and continued walking.

Both hounds immediately started notifying and take a look at this the graveyard behind her. Then she saw the culprit: a quadcopter.

Now remember that it was past midnight. The quadcopter didn’t have any racing daylights. And it started to follow my partner. She was more than a bit upset, so she messaged me, and asked me to be ready to drive and collect her up.

The quadcopter continued to follow her, and paired every turn she made. She told us to me that she was scared of it knowing where we lived.

She was ready to call the police, when the quadcopter turned around and manager off. I drove to pick her up, and we drove out of town to approach our dwelling from a different route.

The next day we asked the local online community radicals about it. Turns out that this quadcopter had “il follow” maidens to their dwellings for a few daytimes. The police were notified, but the quadcopter’s pilot decided to lay low, and the police couldn’t find anything. We’re assuming that the quad captain ascertained the forum discussion about them.

22. Didn’t actually see anything, and I’m really glad I didn’t. A friend and I had started treading a trail system that guides deep through some timbers and lands by his home around dark. During the day it’s really harmonious and lettuce and whatnot, but it was late and it was getting dark fast. The arena “were living in” has been filling recently and the route is currently 2 feet underwater about half way through the loop, but your best friend said we could walk to that top and then take a shortcut back to the beginning through one of those man-made pine forests where the trees are all perfectly ordered and spaced apart. We only had to go about fifty hoofs into the pines before the canopy reached it pitch black all around us, but he knows the range so we obstructed vanishing. About a hundred paw further in we both hear a unusually distinctive squeaky doorway sound. Like, literally no chance of it being anything other than old rusty hinges. He’s come through here twenty goes in the past few weeks while plodding during the day and confirms that he’s never seen any type of building or anything with a entrance back here. We both decided that we’d rather only march the line back the road we came in than deal with whatever horror movie shit was happening in there. I’ve never noped out of a situation faster than I did then.

23. I was out making my dog on a short walk and to go to the bathroom. She was a rescue and was at this station panicked of everything. So getting her outside was always a task.

It was~ 4 am and she was whining at me. I figured she needed to go to the bathroom so I put on some shoes and made her outside. It was a warm night as it was July in Missouri.

I’m walking down wall street from my apartment complex and I consider a person stand under a streetlight , not moving. Picturing it was just a guy out for an early morning run, I remained moving. That’s when this figure started to move towards me in a creepy style. He wasn’t running, wasn’t walking, it looked like skipping.

Thinking to myself “uhh what the fuck.” I stopped walking. That’s when my dog started growling from behind my legs. I’d had her nearly six months and had never heard her growl or bark. I turned around and marched back into my complex. I searched over my shoulder and this buster is standing at the acces to my apartment complex, brain to toe in black garment, grinning from ear to ear. I was amply in what the fuck is this bullshit mode and went back into the complex further while checking to make sure smiles wasn’t following me. I started to walk towards my admission and he turned and slipped away into the night.

I exited and talking about here my proprietor the next day and she told me they’d had several reported cases of this person skipping around the complex late at night but whenever the officers registered up he was gone.

24. Two babies and no mom. In other utterances, I had probably come between them.

25. Usually, it’s what I discover. Large( precipitate) chapters clicking just out of sight of my heading lamp. Or waking up an hour last-minute and hearing steps and leaves rustling, but extremely exhausted and horrific to inspect or want to know( probably nothing important regardles ).

One time I returned to my vehicle after a late light hike with friends and my SUV was covered in … paw/ pas/ paw prints. They were just sooo large and even dragged a bit in the junk. It was on/ near a large armed cornerstone in the mountains. I think some local enlisted been in a position to established them to scare us. But it was just so well done. Pretty scary for all of us because it’s what you’d imagine the Blair witch would do. No animal did it.

26. This happened to me a couple of years ago. I used to go to school at the University of California Santa Cruz. I’m a runner and the campus is in a beautiful redwood woodland, so I would run on the lines. One epoch I left a little later than customary on a run through one of the remote and isolated trails. Here’s where it gets weird.

I was about 15 instants racing late into the timbers and still hadn’t seen anyone else around. Suddenly, up ahead, I considered what appeared to be a homeless man in rundown apparel sauntering on the path. Now, he was walking further into the timbers, and this road moved particularly very far and the sunbathe was placing. Aka this boy was spend the darknes in the lumbers. I wanted to reach my normal spill checkpoint before turn around so I decided to keep my distance and run by. As soon as I delivered the man he called out to me,” What came first, light-headed or sound ?”. In my chief I was like wtf this guy is nuts, but I decided to humor him and yelled out light-colored without looking back. He said,” well I think it’s sound, but who are familiar with …” and started mumbling to himself. I continued on.

I contacted my objective and started to head back. It was genuinely dark now and I was feeling sketched out that I had to pass this chap again to get back. He seemed fucking crazy and potentially dangerous but I didn’t have a option. I get progressed the quality where I firstly legislated him but he was nowhere to be seen. There weren’t any other divisions of the trail and if “hes had” ability back I would have received him by then. He must have gone off the course. Unexpectedly a girl from up on a hill screamed for me to stop.

I stopped and searched up on the hill but it was too dark to see anything. I was freaked out. I called out to ask if she was alright and eventually assured her clambering down. The slope was really steep so she put in a lot of effort to get up there and away from whatever was after her. She said that she was on a scamper when a creepy homeless person started molesting her and he shot her up the hill. But she didn’t know where “hes been gone”. She was going to spend the light there until I came along because she was too scared to go back down.

At this extent we both wanted to get the hell out of there. Who knew if this creepy husband was like lurking around watching us from the dark. So we passed back together and obliged it to the road. She thanked me and we parted access. Never guided back on that trail again. Santa Cruz can be a pretty weird place, I’ve heard fictions of students flunking out of school there and then simply living in the forest. Maybe this guy was a student from years past.

27. When I was younger and stupider and going to college in the north Georgia ridges, my friends and I would go night hiking a lot on the footpaths near campus. I got pretty familiar with the sphere, and being out in the wilderness at night in general, which probably acquired me very confident.

One night the full moon was out, and the brave was perfect, so visibility was crazy good( everything was basically rinsed in dim blue-blooded sun ). I was somewhat stoned, and feeling intrepid, and I desire doing merriment substance alone, so I decided to go enjoy a darknes hike by myself. I made a flashlight, but this was around 2002 so no cell phone. I opted a super easy route that was mostly flat/ maybe a mile loop, in nice secluded range, but not exactly a national park or anything( exceedingly rural area ). I didn’t even need my flashlight for most of it, and precisely hiked in the moonlight; it was actually a really cool/ beautiful know at first.

At some item I started feeling uncomfortable, and maybe a millisecond last-minute I listen a man’s articulation. It was coming from a good distance ahead of me, somewhere off in the groves, maybe from the right side of the path. He was crying.

I’m honestly an empathetic being, and 99.9% of the time I sound someone crying I want to comfort/ help them in some way, but this time I felt sick in the tummy, like a baked panic attack, if that constitutes sense. I retain coming very close to calling out to him, because my mentality was trying to tell me he might be hurt, which was the only reason I hesitated- but it was like my form shut my tone down before I could say anything, and I knew I had to stay very quiet. He was sobbing like he’d only found out a loved one had died, but also gibbering, and almost-babbling, like he was less than a person. There was a shrillness to it, under his crying, like he was holding back a scream- but perpetually, on and on, as if he’d been doing it all night. I remember it vividly, and my backbone is tingling like crazy even as I write this. It’s hard to explain, but I knew deep down he wasn’t right in the president, and good-for-nothing good would happen if he recognized I was listening.

I went back the room I came; “its like” I had tunnel-hearing, and the only sound in the world was that crying. I was hyper-aware of everything else around me, and beyond psychotic that I would snap a discipline, or snag my boot on something. I perturbed the man’s crying would get louder if I wasn’t paying razor sharp-witted attention, getting closer, or turn into an outraged crazy-person scream.

Thankfully it time faded the further I got from it, and I obligated it back to my gondola. Still, I was persuaded some wild-eyed hermit was going to rush out of the forest and bite me to fatality, right up to the second I locked my doorways and got the fuck out of there. I ultimately had the rest of my panic attack on the drive back. I managed to park back at campus, and I precisely sat in the car and accumulated myself. Adrenaline is fucking powerful.

I have never felt a shred of shame about leaving that person crying out in the timbers in the dark. I know I was slightly stoned, but somewhat is the key word there. I’m convinced to this day I was in very real danger that night. Definitely not as insane as most of the narratives in weaves like this- but sometimes I get that same sick feeling deep down, whenever I wonder what might have happened if the moon been less bright, or if I’d been more responsible, and I’d decided to use my flashlight even once. He’d have appreciated me for sure.

28. While it did not happen during the hike, preferably the camping, it continued to the creepiest thing I’ve knew out there.

Was working at a summer camp for kids and we gone on an overnight outing. Had a cougar clique our clique from around 11 pm to roughly 5am. It was crying out, hoping one of us would separate from the group. I stayed up all darknes with bear spraying and a tomahawk impeding an gaze on it with the other staff.

29. Not hiking so much as car camping, but we were way the fuck out there in the middle of nowhere on BLM land in Colorado. We drove for an hour and a half down a woodland service road and didn’t view another mind. You could see headlights and sounds gondolas from miles away from our campsite- it’s not like somebody could have snuck up unnoticed.

We had 3 automobiles with the americans and 8 beings. Simply went done eating dinner, cleaned up, it was getting dark we are therefore went back to the cars real quick before touching our tents for the night. Somebody had slashed the breast right tire on each of the 3 gondolas with what appeared to be a box cutter. Everyone thought it was a prank but it become very apparent, very quickly that it wasn’t. All of us extends beyond unnerved, like panicking, unnerving to watch scared. We everyone has spares, and one buster had a gun, so we hurled on our donuts while that guy literally warded the americans and got the blaze out of there.

I still have ordeals about it sometimes. Precisely knowing there was some person, probably watching us, perhaps wanting to harm us, makes me feel physically ill to this day.

30. I used to often deplete my summers bouldering with my friends by a relatively large forest that was about an hour and a half away from where I used to live. We used to deplete some of the nights tenting out there merely to save some travel costs and time.

Anyway, I think this was roughly like the third or forth time we were out there camping, my friend had left all her descending gear and her rucksack just outside her tent or we definitely review she did anyway. The next morning we find her boots, a few robes and all her chalk powder had disappeared. We figured that it could have been completely feasible that she misplaced it, although we were quite sure that they were next to her tent we didn’t really want to believe that they were stolen. Anyway, we didn’t read too much into this and just stupidly said to ourselves that perhaps she had left it by the stones and some animal make an interest to it … I know it announces stupid but it was very reasonable to us at the time

Anyway fast forward a year, we’re at the same spot as usual, sitting by the tents and chilling after having some meat. Mind you it’s pitch black out, and exclusively the tent sphere is lighted by the fire. I go somewhere a bit out of sight for a trounce and what do I determine? A buster in a full on ghillie clothing laying on his gut seeming claim towards our camp place. I kinda tolerate there frozen as this buster clocks that I’ve seen him and he exactly bolts it out of there.

I don’t know whether the event to the year prior was related to the ghillie guy but this definitely has put to all of us, we haven’t been back there since which is a damn dishonor.


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