Terrifying Tales from the Wilderness: Camping Experiences That Defy Explanation
In a moment of pure terror, I YANKED the tent out of the ground, wrapped the tarp around it, and slung it over my shoulder like some panicked Santa Clause and shoved it into the trunk. I didn’t say anything when I got in the car except “do we have everything in here??” My girlfriend said yes and I FLOORED it in reverse out of our camping area.
Then we came to a fork in the road that went in like 6 different directions. I asked my girlfriend if she remembered which path we came down to get in here and she told me she didn’t know. We chose a random one and ended up in a different camping spot. I cursed under my breath and slammed it into reverse again.
Then I noticed from the angle we had exited from, I could see the main path back to the gate, thanks to a small sign behind an overgrown bush. As we hightailed it out of there, I noticed there was a single, small green light out in the woods to our right (near where our designated spot was.)
We drove the entire 5 hours back to our hometown and fell asleep on my girlfriend’s parents’ couch at around 4AM. We never talked about the trip ever again, and I haven’t had any desire to camp since lol.
Was out camping with a cousin of mine and I was asleep in my tent. In the middle of the night I felt something touching and slithering in me. I ignored it at first believing that I was still home and it was my brother or some s**t, but then when I finally realized where I was and opened my eyes. It was a caterpillar.
Scariest s**t I’ve experienced in my whole life.
When I was a teen me and two friends went camping and woke up in the middle of the night to a knife scraping along the sides on the tent at waist height, it went on for what was probably only a minute but felt like a lifetime. Then it stopped and we waited maybe an hour and left without unpacking the tent.
Later that week we found out it was one of our friends that we hadn’t invited, she had followed us and waited! Creepy [very]!
Edit for more context: The friend in question, S, admitted that it was her when accusing us of being bad friends for not inviting her along. She had no remorse for what she did and just laughed it off. I have no contact with her and haven’t for years but this post had made me wonder where she is now.
I always felt really bad for her even though I didn’t fully comprehend her situation at home until I was older. Her mom was an alcoholic, her dad showed up every few months and banned her from leaving the house, he also used to sneak in to her bedroom at night! She broke his fingers once and he didn’t show back up for a long time. S had the kind of OCD where she had to turn taps, light switches, open and close doors etc a certain amount of times and she always had to navigate streets the same way. Her number changed every Sunday, on a good week it would be three, on a bad week she would always be late because the number was so high.
After writing this, I am the one who feels so bad about the camping incident, she probably felt abandoned by us and that’s why she did what she did.
I was 10 or 15 miles into the backcountry wilderness with a friend on a multi-day backpacking trip. We were trout fishing for our supper on a small stream fairly close to the timberline. Seemingly out of nowhere, a game warden on horseback materialized just a few yards from where I stood. He dismounted, marched right up to me and demanded to have a look at the contents of my creel.
It wasn’t a problem, but it was very unnerving (which, I’m sure, was his intent) the way he had apparently stalked and snuck up on us. My friend and I weren’t novices at being in the backcountry, so we were both a bit humbled how this man had managed to “ambush” us, especially given the sparseness of the vegetation available to cover his approach. My heart was racing for quite a while after that encounter and I vowed to get better at maintaining my situational awareness.
He was a good man, though. Turns out I did have a fish that was a bit outside the size limit due to my misunderstanding the regulation for that particular stream. The game warden just advised me that I needed to “get that fish on the fire and eat it tonight.” He would have been within his rights to cite me and confiscate my fishing rod and tackle, which would have really stunk.
What sounded like a dozen coyotes about 40 feet from our tent while camping during early spring. Circling around while yipping for 30min straight.
The unfortunately named Meat Cove, Nova Scotia. Very remote (20 years ago anyway), no services to speak of. One road in is the same road out. Narrow strip of land between forbidding hills and the ocean. The one campground for miles and miles around. We’re tuckered out and need a place to crash. The groundskeeper at the front, this old lady who looked like the crypt keeper. She looks us straight in the eye and says “You need to leave. Now.” No questions asked we noped the f*** out of there, never even got a campsite.
Not my experience but my Mom’s and the reason she didn’t let any of my siblings and I go camping.
She had gone camping with her friends sometime in the 80’s it was the first time she had ever gone and she didn’t exactly know anything about camping. The way she tells it her friends picked the moat isolated place in the woods that they could so they could drink (underaged) without anyone coming along to check on them.














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