Terrifying Tales from the Wilderness: Camping Experiences That Defy Explanation
I yell out to my everyone else to meet back at camp. We do. I tell them what we saw. And I’m not proud to admit this (because it seemed like she needed help) but we got creeped out. We said we’d stay in camp that night, and in the morning, we’d go looking.
The first thing we do in the morning is decide there must be some other people camped down the road. They must know her. So we go down to the end of the road. There’s no sign of anyone. Then we decided to go to the entrance of the road and look for the woman. So we drive to the entrance, which took all day. Nothing.
I still feel guilty for not trying harder to help her. But thinking about how she got in that position, it just doesn’t make sense. She didn’t look like a hiker, she had on regular jeans and a sweater. If she had gotten in the canyon from the other side, it would require a very technical decent. She would have needed gear, and she didn’t even have a back pack.
We were pretty sure we were the only ones that had driven down that road in a while, so it’s not like someone dropped her off or left her. And the whole time we saw her, she was holding up her phone looking for service. If she knew the area at all, she would know there was no way she was going to find service.
I don’t know what to make of it. But I do know that the image of that woman stumbling in the dark, crying, has been seared in my brain ever since.
I have spent a ton of time in the wood, camping and hunting. I was camping with family and we heard the most horrific and animalistic sound coming through the trees. It was night and we had a lantern, so a small ring of light with pitch black beyond. Our dog shot straight up, hackled and the terrifying, gutteral growling and animal screaming got closer. We all braced for some monster to come spilling from the darkness, adrenaline pumping, dog fighting to break free. Suddenly the animals burst into the light….it was two racoons fighting. They stopped, looked at us and kinda had the , “oh s**t” look on their faces and kinda sidled back into the darkness.
To this day it is still the most terrify experience I’ve had in the wood.
On the flip side, what are some of the most wholesome camping moments you’ve had that bring a smile to your face when you remember them?
We want to hear your stories! Share yours—the nightmarish and the good—in the comments at the bottom of this post.
I think I have the creepiest story. We used to have a stationary caravan on a campground right at the northern sea. The campground was very small, there were like 40-50 caravans stationed there and a few empty slots for people with tents. We stayed there for holiday one year and for some reason left a day earlier than we had planned. And in that particular night, someone got m******d right next to our caravan. It was two women sleeping in a rented caravan, and the ex boyfriend of one of the women went to that camping ground at night and stabbed his ex and her friend. They dragged themselves out of the caravan and died right next to our caravan. Our caravan was on the first page of all newspapers, was in the news on tv, it was crazy. Hadn’t we left a day early, we’d have seen that women d*e.
My Ex and I went camping with one of her friends a few years back. We were sitting around the fire and drinking when this dude just decided he wanted to join us.
Not a y’know, mountain man or anything, just one of those weekend outdoorsman types.
I’d have been fine if he had introduced himself, or bothered to ask if he could share our fire or something but no he just wandered out from the brush and plopped his a*s down without a word. We just sat in silence for what felt like hours but was probably less that a minute before he started talking about his day hiking and making random small talk.
Went camping with some new friends once, and one demanded he not share a tent with anyone because he sleepwalks. After we had already made the plans that he would share a tent with one friend while my girlfriend and I would have our own. Said whatever, was kind of [angry] about it but left it so we could still enjoy the weekend. Gf and I shared an awkward tent with basically a rando.
That night, I was woken up by my gf who said “[first friends name] is f******* me out.” So, I looked outside the tent and dude is just walking in circles. I told her he sleepwalks so we just need to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.














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