35 Bone-Chilling Campfire Stories That Will Haunt You Long After the Flames Die Out
Being the friendly s****d people we are, we let him join our fire. He even pitched in some money for the firewood. The night went on and we all were having a good time. One by one, our group started heading off to bed, me being either the 2nd or 3rd. I remember waking up to the sound of someone talking and the fire being started, it was 4 in the morning. I peeped out my tent and saw the random just sitting on a log by the fire, talking to himself.
Still tripping on shrooms, i thought to myself i am in no condition to deal with this and chalked it up to me just tripping out. I wake up the next day and everyone is still alive (thankfully) and the fire is smouldering.
We look to the next campsite, where the random was staying and it was spotless, no garbage, no tracks in the trail around the site, no nothing. We all started talking about him, just to be sure we all saw him.
Through talking, we managed to figure out that he must not have slept at all, the last 2 of our group passed out just after 330am. The first person got up just after 6am and noticed he was gone.
The rest of the camping trip went well and we all went home. Fast forward maybe 4-5 years, i flip on the news and there is a picture of someone i could swear i recognize. He was arrested for a bunch of crimes, including r**e and murder. Guess who it was? It was the random guy who joined our fire, i don’t know why i remembered his face, but i guess it was just a weird situation where my brain right clicked and saved as a jpeg in my brain.
Now, i have no way of proving if it was the same guy. We didn’t take any pictures of the random, but the picture jump started my memory and made me instantly remember the weird random fire joiner. Either that, or they looked identical to the same person.
Either way, was creepy.
I dont know if this will be seen, but hoping one or two people see this
For starter our house is from the 1800s and we’ve been renovating it for the last 3.5 years, and we’ve heard that a previous owner died here.
One night I was coming down stairs to get a glass of water when I saw a white figure floating about an inch off the ceiling (which is 8 ft tall). I was a little shaken up, and I run upstairs and back to bed. About a year later, my parent bought a camper with a built in radio. After about 2 months of having the camper the radio in it mysteriously turned on, my dad heard it and then turned it off, then a few days later, the radio turned back on, and the cycle repeated until the battery died. After a year after the radio kept going off I had finally moved into my bedroom after it was finished, one night I was watching youtube, and I heard a shushing noise when all of my family was asleep. I heard the shushing noise a few times after that. The last thing that had happened was in July. I was on a facetime call with one of my friends, and I was fidgeting with some coins I had, I stood one up on its edge, and was going to stand another one up, but I’d fell to many times, so I gave up and swiped it onto the floor. After that I went downstairs to refill my water bottle because my mouth was dry from talking. I go back upstairs about 5 minutes later I went back upstairs to find the coin that was on the floor back on my desk standing on its edge, I went downstairs and asked if anyone had gone up to my room, and everybody said no, so I went back up to my room and heard that same shushing sound.
Now one of my best friend has been telling me that he’s been hearing a shushing sound occasionally when he’s home alone.
This is short but apperently, in my moms hometown, there used to be this haunted house that would dissapear and reappear every once in a while
In the hometown, there were a lot of superstitions and whatnot since it was in the province. Apparently, the owner of the house married a mythical creature or something and when the person died, the mythical creature was really sad, so sad that they couldnt clean the house
When the house looked abandoned, a bunch of highschoolers entered the home to loot the house or something
Either way, they get caught by the mythical creature and were killed because they were angry
After that, the mythical creature enchanted the house so that it only appears when they need to do something and dissapears when they dont
Not much of a scary story, but my mom told us this story when we went camping once.
There were a couple that were (as far as I know) unique to the church camp (Camp Gailor-Maxon) I went to as a kid. Though I admit it’s possible some of our stories were ubiquitous ones just adapted to the place, I don’t really know.
One of them, though, I do have firsthand knowledge about, it’s the story of Sidney.
The camp was established on an old piece of property that has been a lot of different things over the years. Back during the War, it was a girls’ boarding school. One girl who was there was deeply in love with a boy who had gone off to fight. They exchanged letters constantly, until one day the letters stopped coming. Few weeks later, she gets word that her beloved was killed in action. She was so distraught that she hanged herself in her dorm room. There’s still a placque by the door of the room in her memory.
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