Terrifying Tales from the Wilderness: Camping Experiences That Defy Explanation
After partying until about 1 in the morning they decided to go down for the night. My mom woke up and had heard some noises and shook her friend awake as she was scared. Her friend just assured her it was animals and normal and to go back to sleep. So she did.
The next morning they woke up to large boot prints circling around their tent and camp fire. The foot prints came from the woods and left in the same direction. They couldn’t trace it further because of the foliage. They packed up and left that day even though they were supposed to be there for a week. Apparently they weren’t the only ones this happened to and boot prints were found a number of times over the next two years. No one was ever caught doing it.
While camping with my class on a fun weekend canoeing trip, I woke up at night and heard someone running around outside the tent, and its breathing sounded like… what I can only describe, as an adult with my years of experience, as someone trying not to panic or not to cry openly, not quite sobbing but clearly “f******* out” sort of wheezing. You know what I mean.
it was very clearly a two-footed creature, but it sounded very small and fast. We were all at least 13 so we weren’t that tiny, none of us were. It ran all around the camp in all directions but never touched anything, and then it *ran away*, its quick steps getting lighter and lighter until it was gone in the distance.
I was lying on my back listening the whole time, and then as it left I turned onto my side… and the kid beside me in the tent was *awake with her wide eyes staring straight at me, blankly*. I was like, “you got woken up too?” and she nodded and then turned over.
I asked her about it the next day and she didn’t remember, nobody remembered. I tried to bring it up, but the teacher insinuated that I was just making it up for attention, so I gave up. No idea what the f*** is was, if you have an idea let me know.
**edit:** I have another story.
This one probably has an explanation though. I was with my aunt/cousin and their family camping in an old 70s camper by a lake. It had been raining all evening, and the wind was pretty crazy so we were all f******* out a bit as our camper rocked around in the storm, but eventually we got to bed. In the middle of the night I woke up with the moon streaming in through the window on my face, I remember it being REALLY bright, enough to easily read by.
so I sat up slowly and looked out the window, with a clear view through the trees to the lake, and the moon had its reflection glittering on the water, it was very beautiful… but on the water seemed to be something that flew around much like a moth or a bug would, in a strange dance where it’d almost touch the water but then go up again, like it was teasing or faking out. It would go around in circles, not evenly or anything but just repeatedly, and if I were to calulate the size of it going by how far out on the lake it was, it’d be about the size of a cat, and I saw it’s reflection on the water so it wasn’t a bug or a trick of the light… it was difficult to make out what it actually was. It just went around and around, illuminated in the moonlight, until its circles grew wide enough that it went behind the trees. I kept watching hoping it’d come back out again but it never did.
When I was younger and we went to a camping site, at the time I was sleeping in a tent with my family. Now this tent kinda has a separation from the green sleeping area and a wide space in the middle. Anyways.
At about 1 ‘o’ clock in the morning(wayyy past the campsite curfew) there were a bunch of drunk as f*** men in their late twenties maybe? Early thirties? They were older than I was at the time.
Just outside our tent we hear them like, talking, really loudly. Then I heard glass s****, and I see through a little gap in the tent that there are about 3 dudes like standing around a broken beer bottle. The one of the guys f*****g *opens our tent* and steps inside.
My dad being the hero he was unzipped the barrier and almost sucker-punched the dude in the face, but sadly couldn’t as he tried to run out. Note the tried. He tripped on the tent and fell face first into the dirt. 7 year old me and my 10 year old brother were laughing our heads off at this dude, while my mom had a look of complete and utter shock.
Years ago my girlfriend and I were teachers and in June of each year, we would take a group of kids camping. We had a twelve-person tent set up on our site which was right next to a small lake. The site included a picnic table and a fire ring. Part of the trip was telling campfire stories about the Jersey Devil since the campground was located in an area where there had been many sitings over the years. The kids enjoyed being scared and they couldn’t wait to return the following year. This was around the fifth annual trip we had taken and, up to that point, nothing had happened.
On the last night after the stories, when the kids were safely asleep, my GF and I sat by the campfire in beach chairs. We had just bought a new puppy and she was tied to the tent on a long lead so she could run around. Suddenly the logs in the fire collapsed and the light from the fire dimmed considerably. Our propane torch that was on the picnic table dimmed at the same time. It became almost pitch black and that’s when the puppy started to growl. She was right next to me and every hair on her back was standing straight up as she stared into the darkness. Suddenly from out of the water comes this large figure about 20 yards from our site. At first, I thought it was a person but then it bent over and started running on all fours. I could only see the outline of the thing and the back end was higher than the front. It wasn’t a bear or a dog or a deer. It looked and ran like something I had never seen. It was in no hurry as it just trotted by and into the woods near our site.














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