35 Bone-Chilling Campfire Stories That Will Haunt You Long After the Flames Die Out
And while these posts include some truly creepy campfire stories, they’re also oddly fascinating. Which one gave you chills or made your skin crawl? Share your thoughts in the comments below!
My mother once told me this:
In the early 90’s, she worked second shift at a plant. Shift ended at midnight and quite a few of them would go hang out at the local Waffle House afterwards.
This particular night, she had hung around the diner until about 2 a.m. She decided to swing by the post office and check her mail before heading home. We live in a (then) rural southern town (US). There is less than zero traffic at that time of night and the post office is fairly secluded.
She pulls in the parking lot and under the streetlight, can make out a very old car. Her description seems to be a model a which she claims is “close, but not quite it.” Someone is sitting in the car, but this is small town America, so she doesn’t think a thing of it. She retrieves her mail and walks outside, sorting through it.
Just as she is about to get back in her car, she hears a voice that seems “deceptively weak – it was quiet but carried far.”.
” Excuse me dearie, could you help an old lady?”
She hesitated, it was a small rural town where *nothing* ever happened, but she also says it felt “not right.”
She could see a person in the car, a tall, thin person. Wearing an old, forties era dress that hung loose on the frame. A pillbox hat, complete with a veil, hid the face, which was further obscured iin shadows. The hands were covered in gloves. Her brain said this was a frail older woman, but her gut insisted that something was **wrong**.
The figure held up it’s hand, curled into claws and gestured toward the dash.
“I have arthritis,” the falsetto weak voice said, “and my mail has fallen in the crack.”
My mother could see the envelopes that sat where the windshield met the dash. To reach them, she would have to lean far into the car. A small dog yapped as the “woman” carried on in her falsetto voice, “I just can’t seem to reach it…”
She swayed for just a moment before spinning and booking it to her car. The car window had been rolled down, so even after slamming the door, she clearly heard the falsetto voice as it rose into an angry baritone, “*Where are you going, you* **god d**n whoring b***h!**”
She spun put of that parking lot faster than she’d ever driven and peeled rubber for the local sheriff department.
She claims headlights followed her until she made the final turn into the sheriff’s parking lot.
She gave a statement; over the years she’s heard that several people have seen this man dressed as an older woman, usually seen and avoided. But no one else has ever interacted with him and reported it…perhaps none of those survived.
Anyway, 100% true according to my mother and the best I’ve got.
Note: my mother isn’t a prankster type. The night she told me this she was pale and shaking by the end. She truly thinks she barely avoided a Ted Bundy level serial killer. Maybe she did?
This teenage girl was asked to babysit for a couple while they went out on a date. She had just put the baby to sleep and its around like 9 or 10pm and the babysitter decides to go upstairs to watch TV. On the chair in the corner of the room is a clown “mannequin” sitting down. Being creeped out by it she decided to text the homeowners and asked if she could move it to the closet. The homeowners texted back saying “We don’t have a clown.” So the babysitter walks towards it and sees it’s breathing. She runs downstairs to the baby’s room and dials 911. Turns out some guy had escaped from a physicatric hospital a few days before and hadn’t been found yet. He snuck through the master bedroom balcony thinking it was his mom’s house and wanted to surprise her because his mother had taken him to the circus as a child.
Ive posted this before.
One year, a group of us went camping in Kearney, Ontario, where we always go camping. Whenever we go, we always form our tents in a big circle, with the fire pit in the middle of us. We’ve been drinking, smoking a few joints and a few of us were tripping balls on shrooms.
The first night we were there, this guy randomly walks into our circle, introduces himself (I can’t remember the name he gave), that he was in the military and decided to take some vacation to camp out a bit. He asked if he could join our fire, as it was getting late and he didnt buy any firewood.
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