Fond memories by a campfire

I remember that during cub scouts we went camping and that on the final day there was a large pot filled with bales of hay and we lit them on fire and caused a local global warming event.

I’ve always been a sleepwalker and one time in my sleep while camping I got out of my sleeping bag and then got back in head first and zipped it up all the way. I woke up a few minutes later screaming and clawing to be let out. I was rolling around on the floor screaming until my mom unzipped me 😭

God damn. Patreon desktop sucks as much as the app. Boo boo ass platform. not y'alls fault though. feel like navigating this qpp is just going through Vietnam tunnels with a stick of butter

Did a lot of camping in Boy Scouts! Too many memories, good and bad, to put here... But I will say, Baked Ziti is the best camp dinner

I used to hike a fair bit when i still lived Florida. Well, as much as one can truly "hike" around where I lived. No interesting hills or mountain trails to speak of. Just wet, swampy, marsh land that feels like you're walking around inside a dryer full of damp clothes. The highest point in the region was made of garbage. We called it "Mt. Trashmore". That should tell you all you need to know about the area. Anyway, my friend and I were hiking in this nature preserve. It had a number of trails of varying length, but nothing really to write home about. It was just nice get away from the city noise you know? For some reason, we'd decided to walk the longest trail that looped the full length of the preserve. It was late afternoon, and hotter than fuck. At some point on the return stretch, we saw a long object laying across the path. At first, it looked like a branch, except there would be no point in me bringing it up if that's what it was. It was a fucking rattlesnake. About 4 maybe 5 feet long. Conveniently stretched all the way across the path. With dense shrubs on either side, there was no space to simply walk around. If we wanted to pass, we'd have to step over. I don't like snakes. I didn't like snakes before this happened and that sentiment remains unchanged. So, we're standing there looking at this thing wondering what to do. We had about an hour of daylight left. It would take maybe 30 minutes to get back to the car if we stepped over it. I wasn't fond of this. It's a fucking rattlesnake. The alternative was to hike about 2 and a half hours back the way we came, but it would surely be dark before we reached the trailhead. We didn't like that either. Eventually, one of us had the genius idea of "maybe we can y'know, spook it off the trail. Maybe if we toss something near it, it'll get uncomfortable and leave". Y'know what? Good enough for me. "What about a stick?", you ask. "Why not use a stick?". Cause that would just be stupid, obviously. So, we're throwing pine cones at the rattlesnake. And, thank christ for this, because that snake did not give a fuck. It did not budge. One. Inch. I knew it was alive, because i could see it doing the tongue thing. Eventually, we decided, "Alright, fuck this. We're burning daylight. We're probably just pissing this thing off so let's just pick the safest end of this thing, step over it, and go". So, I let my friend go first because I value life and also my legs. He makes it over without getting bitten. This is good. This gives me confidence. Now it's my turn. At this point all I remember is having the thickest part of a wild rattlesnake's tail in between my feet. Its head WELL within striking range. In case I wasn't clear before: I don't fucking like snakes. This was like a rite of passage for me. A boy becoming a man. Like David squaring up against Goliath, except in this moment "David" had a full load of shit in his pants and cooking a second one as we speak. One wrong move and Goliath down there could easily chomp one of my legs, sending me straight to the hospital. Or worse, with my luck he could miss my legs entirely and instead strike my small, sensitive balls. But he never moved. I crept over as delicately as I could. Trying not to disturb the creature that we were just throwing pinecones at five minutes ago. Stubborn little shit, why couldn't he just move? The second I was over, we HAULED ass. I don't think the snake was ever chasing us, but in my head he sure as shit was. You know how hard it is to run at a dead sprint when your asshole is at full pucker? We had a 30 minute walk to get back to the car. We did it in 5. Never went back.

i recently lit a couch on fire at my buddy's place with a group of friends. we then jumped on his trampoline and played with his zip line, and after all that we sat down ate some chicken nuggies and watched a creep cast comp......... im 20

One of the stories in The Bitter Verse (The Bitter Song) was written around the memories I had of summer camp and the 'First Night Fire' tradition they had, where the consolers told the campers local ghost stories and the such.

Back when I was just a youngin, me my mom, my dad, and my dads buddy Mike went camping on this beach on a lake up in the mountains. Mike wanted to scare me and my mom (I was probably about 3-4) so he started telling us about all the bears people had been seeing, and how they come down to the beach to eat the frogs at night. Well Mike was a pretty big boy, bout 6’6” probably pushing 300lbs, and he ended up scaring the shit out of himself and he spent the rest of the night trying to convince my mom and dad to let him sleep in their tent.

Anything with a werewolf when camping

Back when Pokemon Red/Blue first released me, my two cousins, and 2 other good friends were all camping out on my familys farmland at the deadend of a valley hollow the road goes from pavement to gravel to dirt road. My family stopped farming that land 2 generations prior and it was all basically abandoned after my great grandmother passed. So we are sitting around a decent size bonfire telling local ghost stories mainly known only by residents of the hollow. Old man Jankins walks the Ridges on either side of the valley after midnight looking for his children that were taken by mountain lions, you were never able to make out anything but his lantern and you would hear him call his kids names Sarah and Ben been going on for 150 years apparently. Everyone out this hollow knows that story, so what does my retired marine great-uncle decide to do? Puts on his full ghillie suit that was perfect for the foliage here. Lights a candle lantern and starts bellowing Sarah and Ben. About 20ish seconds after he called out on the other ridge his sister "my grandmother" is shrieking like a damn mountain lion. Dont know if you have ever heard one scream but it sounds like bloody murder screams of a grown woman. I couldnt ever figure out how they knew when to start cause it was literally 3 minutes after my cousin finished his Old Man Jankins story. My grandma let me think that shit really happened for 5 years before she told me the truth.

When I was 18 I drove up to Colorado from Alabama on a whim, didn’t have enough money for a hotel but I did have money for a tent and a camping spot so my buddy and I got hamburger meat and hot dogs to cook on the provided grill. We get there and these bone headed high school boys had taken our camping spot that I specifically got for the grill . The meat went rancid. I was angry. I got a garbage bag , stuffed it chock full of the bad hamburger chunks and the leftover condiments we had. Called it the meat bag. Long story short I threw the meat bag into the bed of their pickup in the middle of the night. I gloriously wake up to the sound of one of them discovering the meat bag and yelling “what the fuck is this? Raw meat?!” My meat bag had worked because they picked up and left our spot 30 minutes later.

I was wearing my matching green tie dye frog shorts and t-shirt , got a big cup of hot chocolate, proceeded to spill it all over myself. I still remember how defeated I was. On the same trip, our dog pissed on my feet while I was sitting. Just a little lift and piss while I was looking away.

I remember going on a company picnic with my dad when I was little. It was held in a clearing in a wooded area. All in all it went fine but as we drove out I remember seeing a deer eating the body of something. I couldn’t tell what but it was a gory mess on the floor and the deers mouth was covered in blood. The company went out of business and never got to go back out there again.

my sister and I were stalked in woods when we were little

I recall being probably 10 or 11, I went on a big camping retreat with people from my church. We went deep into the woods until there was finally a large clearing and people started breaking off into groups to set up our tents and equipment. One of the older kids (Probably 14 at the time) took a liking to me and we hung out for the night, telling various spooky stories. I didn't realize it until years later, but he ended up telling me his own rendition of No End House that stuck with me for years. Wasn't until I was a few years older that I realized I was just told his own version of this creepypasta with about half the rooms missing and the other half different. Good times

My favorite story is being out by a fire with my campers and telling them different stories off the top of my head because they waned certain stories of random things

Went camping a year ago with one of my friends. Got super fucking high and didn’t even know that there was apparently a crowbar wielding man walking around the camp sites until we heard about it in the morning. God bless Oklahoma

My friends and I went camping during a blood moon once, not on purpose, I didn't think it was a real phenomenon but the moon went legit red in the sky, the mist was perfectly at my eye-level so each step I took was like looking above pale, opaque water, then being lost below a white swirling mass It was fun though, back when I used to partake in the party life, I got stoned to the point of being unable to interract beyond unbridled laughter at literally everything I do remember walking along a dead tree trunk that night, reciting poetry to nobody - something I usually don't have the memory for It was pretty creepy when I had to go get the last bag from the car though, it was about a mile away as the crow flies but through twisting woods then up a cartoonishly steep hill, by the time I was getting back, the sun had finished setting, I was alone in the misty woods and I stepped out into the thick fog that blanketed the field we were camped in and I couldn't see the camp fire in the near-pitch black, the only light being the ruby red moon (unfortunately it was whiteish light though, not a spooky red glow everywhere) If it was just a little bit darker, I could have walked forever into nothingness Anyway, I ended up being the first to sleep and my friends hotboxed the tent so I woke up feeling funky and the drive home was interesting

i had a trippy mushroom trip one time, i took a heroic dose after the 2 grams i took 30 mins prior had no effect on either me or my gf, she went to bed in our tent and i decided to go try to lay down, the hallucinations were so vivid i heard music in my head that sounded familiar but wasn’t an actual song, the tent walls were breathing all around me as my body connected into the floor of the tent via roots and foliage, and it felt as though my head was being violently thrown around in a raging sea storm. i then proceeded to wake up 14 hours later with the worst headache i’ve ever had lol fun times!

I’m a little late, but here’s my “scary” story: I was somewhere around 13 years old, I was sitting in a tree stand deer hunting. I was alone because my Dad and Poppop would split up and go to different tree stands to get more chances at getting a deer/food. Long story short I got a doe, I saw her drop maybe 20-30 yards away. It was still light out so I figured I’d let her lay there while I continued hunting- ‘prime time’ only a couple hours away. (Right before sunset) Another deer never came, so once darkness fell and I could no longer see the bead on my 3030, I called it and came down the stand. I got to her and got straight to field dressing her, flashlight in my mouth, and gun propped against a tree out of reach. I needed to gut her quickly because my dad would get to me soon in the John boat and I better have her drug out to the bank so he wouldn’t have to wait. I was almost done when I heard a twig pop unnaturally just a few feet in front of me. I thought, man that’s weird I never heard the boat, it must be dad coming to help me. I looked up expecting a man, when instead all my flashlight found were two large yellow/orange eyes silently staring at me. Bruh it was a bear waiting for me to finish gutting the deer so she could eat it😭 luckily it was just an NC black bear, so they’re pretty docile, but man that scared the crap out of me as a like 13 year old girl alone in the woods at night.

My siblings and I use to go camping with our aunt and uncle. One time at sequoia national park, six bears broke into the campsite because a few campers didn’t put away their food properly. My brother, sister, and I slept soundly while my aunt, uncle, and other campers spent all night scaring away the black bears. They woke us up at one point to have us sleep in the car top tent and they slept inside the car.

Is this just becoming a clone of Too Many Spirits?

Snake in the girls latrine at Girl Scouts camp. We had to go to the bathroom in the woods and bury it until the snake could safely be removed from the latrine pit. When they pulled it out it was huge.

I was 16 camping with a bunch of guys in there early 20's. I got a bottle of jack duct taped to my hand drank half of it at 7am. They tried to take it from me so I "ran" away and they tackled me and took it from me. I had a terrible headache for the rest of the day.

My grandma swear she saw an asteroid flying overhead but trying to point it out she fell into the fire. Once we knew she was okay it was the funniest thing ever until we heard the boom and the night got really silent. We called it a night pretty soon after that.

Me and my family got lost in the Grand Tetons for a week and were randomly saved by a group of boy scouts on a hike

Hell yes, this gives me Are You Afraid Of The Dark vibes!

Everytime I go camping I am the cook by default since my nerdy CompSci and Psych friends are culinary-impaired. I always bring "Rusty Chicken" (a chef John recipe) or Bubbas burgers and knock it outta park by everyone's opinion.

i went on a camping trip with buddies right around the time we were all starting to turn 21. obviously with that being said we got drunk, i particularly got very drunk. i don't remember much other than having an overall good time and heading to my hammock tent a little early. well apparently my when my friends were all heading to bed they went to put me all the way in my hammock and zip me up so i wouldn't fall out. i was not very corporative and fought them the whole way. later in the night it started raining extremely heavily. i awoke, dry, but in a state of wtf? and damn this hammock tent is rad. and then i realized, where's my phone and wallet?!?! i ran out into the rain searching everywhere, running around like a half drunk mad man freaking out my shits fucked. after a few minutes i checked my hammock to see if it was my my feet or something. i found them, completely dry in a pocket inside. i said to myself man i really do have great friends, thank god for them. i mentioned it to them in the morning and one of them told me i was so stupid and a fucking idiot. before we started drinking i had put them in that pocket and told my friend about it. i had forgotten this.

late to the party but i got my first period and then my grandma died

I went camping when I was young in my back yard! I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I got scared though not to far into the night and decided to go inside… I suppose that’s my camping story 😂

i once had to use the bathroom while camping and was like, “i’ll just go behind that tree, no big deal.” Mid-squat, I hear footsteps. A guy my age makes direct eyecontact and without skipping a beat goes “nice spot.” and tries to start up a conversation with me WHILE I WAS SHITTING.

I just remember when I went camping with family and my cousin pulled their pants down and let out a massive earther shattering fart next to the fire and it almost caught their underwear on fire. All other memories have literally just been my horn dog of a brother locking the keys in the car and or being rained on the entire trip :(

Went camping at my grandpa's house in the countryside with some friends. Since we were all 12, my dad was with us. I thought it would be a good idea to spook all of them, so at night, when we were all sitting by the bonfire, my dad wore a mask, started yelling, and jumped in front of us. One of my friends jumped forward into the fire and burned his foot. His parents never let him hang out with me again, and my dad also got in trouble for being responsible for it, even though the idea was mine.

A little Chinese finger trap with the boyz

Hunter and Isaiah going camping gonna do a little scratch and sniff with each other

i took acid on a camping trip with my two besties that are dudes and a storm happened and drenched my cigarettes 💔 also there were tree people and gnomes but that was probably the acid. idk i think they were real lowkey.

Some of the original wendigo and other cryptid legends would go hard around the camp fire.

Went camping when I was super young with my grandparents, we got to the camp grounds around 5:30 the sun was setting and we ate KFC by the river, me and my cousin i was 5 and she was 4, we were getting ready for bed and my grandmother had taken us to the public bath house to get washed up and changed, she put us in the shower area and went outside to get something, and we were just there playing in the shower water and being little shits, when we heard giggling like joker level cackling, and we were looking around basically frightened, and it just kept happening until we noticed this window above the shower head itself, there was a man like late 40s white, dirty and his teeth had rotted out, your typical WV meth head, we fucking screamed and ran out of bathroom back to our camp crying and my grandad who was like 30 feet away heard us and bolted up from the campfire, he was just back from hunting, saw the dude as well and peppered him up one side with birdshot, long story short, cops came arrested dude, who was a pedo on parole and was living in the woods by the camp grounds.

My most memorable camp being trip was when I was 10 years old and I started my period for the first time. It came earlier than I expected being I was only in third grade, or maybe that was fifth grade. I think I got boobs in third grade and then started my period by fifth grade. Anyways, my mom or I should say my parents as in my mom and her partner, both decided it would be a good idea to take me camping while I was bleeding. My parents also told me that I better be careful and stay in the tent because the bears might smell me and then come eat me and I was stuck in the woods I think for maybe three days for the whole weekend might’ve been five either way it was terrible and I was terrified the entire time to come out of my tent. Hope you enjoyed my horror story.

I know I'm late the the party but The Brass Vase is an old horror story I findly remembered from my childhood, its short and is perfect for a campfire story.

You guys should read Huntsville Camping trip for the camp fire episode

I’m going caving soon. I’m strapping my GoPro to my chest and will post it on the subreddit for anyone who wants to join my Ted adventure!

I have access to 15 acres next to Skinwalker Ranch. Tell your stories around our campfire!

We were around the fire and saw a red light blinking up in the woods surrounding the campground. Me and my dad decided to go investigate with a small flashlight. We trudge up through bushes and small trees and eventually get to a wooden pole with a power box attached. We assumed is was related to powering the nearby RVs. It looked like someone taped over the light to cover it at one point. Mystery solved but as we turned to leave we here thundering thumps coming from up the hill towards us. It sounded like a stampede of horses. My dad, quick thinking grabbed me close and we got close to the pole. We listen to the thundering get closer and closer. And this huge deer comes bounding past us and ran right through where I was standing. It continued down the hill but my father didn't move waiting to see if there were anymore deer looking to get back at us for hitting them with cars. While I was standing close I saw the power box was infested with spider nests. Luckily my father eventually stepped back letting me step away. We then headed back to our camp down the hill. We passed another group of campers that had seen the red light. My dad clocked that they were probably drunk college aged kids and when they asked what the red light was he very confidently said, "A demon eye" . All the other campers starting ooo-ing and ohh-ing at each other. I snickered to myself thinking my dad was the funniest person on earth

Went camping with my uncle and he fingered me

This one time my dad took me and my cousin out camping and he told us a story So scary that i was too afraid to leave my tent that night to go to the camp bathrooms so i shit in the tent and my dad woke up mad asf and burned all the clothes i was wearing including my favorite yugio t shirt 😔🫶

As a kid, I went to a daytime summer camp at a nearby living museum (essentially a zoo, but only local/endogenous animals w/o exotics brought in). Most of what they had planned turned out to be letting us run around in the woods of the property. I distinctly remember them showing us what poison ivy looked like and telling us, firmly and repeatedly, NOT to touch it. As SOON as they let us run off, some kid immediately grabbed the ivy w/ both fists. 💀 I missed the fallout of him getting in trouble for it bc I managed to step on a log full of yellow jackets and was fighting for my life while they stung me. That camp also managed to give me crippling arachnophobia, but that was more of a canoe story than a woods story. In retrospect it is kind of funny that I got actively mobbed and injured by yellow jackets there and have no residual fear/aversion to those, but a negative spider experience where no actual harm was done was enough to permanently damage my psyche. Go figure!

I had to climb a tree to retrieve my dumbass aunts cat. I got poison oak everywhere… EVERYWHERE. We were scheduled to stay the rest of the week, and stay we did. I still hold that grudge.

One time I was making a bow at a summer camp out of an oak tree and I had to go to the bathroom but it was 2 miles from ware I was so I started walking and didn’t tell anyone then when I was about half way there I couldn’t hold it any longer and shit myself then I walked to the bathrooms cleaned my self up threw my underwear away and walked back to the archery place

when i was between 13-16, i was sent to a wilderness program in idaho as apart of the troubled teen industry. i was there for roughly 4 months in the freeze of winter and it was hell, however i have a few interesting stories from it. there were plenty of folk stories or urban legends that were passed from person to person through many generations of the people who were sent there. there was also a long history of indigenous people to the land, and many of those stories bled into ours. there was even a fabled place called “children of the sage” which was a tiny hut made of stacked sticks and wood tied together with parachute cord on the side of one of the many mountains. inside were 20 years worth of offerings from animal skulls to charcoal messages or homemade dream catchers with handmade twine. it was said that if you go in, you must leave something, or else it’s bad luck. i was lucky enough to stumble across it, for few were able to find it. we had no form of light except for fire, and when night comes early in the desert winter, it led to a lot of caution. you could only see vague shapes of things in the dark, and every noise only fueled our imaginations. sometimes we would wake up to find items missing, or things would rustle our shelters in the night. one time when i went to pee in the middle of the night (in only my thermals because they took our clothes at night so we wouldn’t run away) the desert was illuminated by the unpolluted moonlight and i saw a coyote staring at me. didn’t howl or come closer, just stared. like how humans do when debating whether to say something or not. we stayed like that for a long time till i got too cold and returned to the warmth and safety of my tarp shelter. it left me feeling unnerved, like i was being studied by this coyote. another thing, which i couldn’t tell if it was a hallucination or not, is i would sometimes see the silhouette of a very tall creature always a far enough distance away from me that didn’t move. there was never enough light to make out what it exactly looked like, but reminded me of the ents from lord of the rings mixed with slender man lol. i jokingly named him benny to try to make light of it to ease my mind.

I used to live in Scottsdale, Arizona near the Salt River Reservation. We were out camping on BLM land about 45 minutes away, close to lake Saguaro. My coworker is Navajo and I asked her if there was anything I should do to protect my campsite at night (I’m not native, but I trust her when it comes to the supernatural in the desert). She said to not whistle or call out into the night, and to line the door of our tent with ash from our campfire. My husband isn’t a believer but he had the same mentality as me: being cautious can’t hurt. After following her instructions we went to sleep for the night with our two dogs. At about 2 AM we start hearing crunching around our tent. Keep in mind, we are NOT at a campsite surrounded by other people. We are totally alone out there. The moon wasn’t full so we couldn’t rely on shadows to see what was outside. Whatever was circling us must’ve been out there for 20 minutes. Crunch. Crunch. Pause. Crunch. Crunch. Pause. It was deliberate, not meandering. Almost as if it was trying to find a chink in the armor of our tent. Both of my dogs usually bark at any small noise that might indicate someone coming to our site, but they remained silent and were shaking with fear. The noises started intensifying and it seemed like it would make noises in one area, then skip to the opposite side of the tent, almost like it was getting more frantic trying to get in. Didn’t sound like more than one animal because none of the noises would occur at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, the night finally fell silent. No noises of it walking off, just gone. We didn’t leave the tent but stayed awake until first light to haul ass out of there. Checked the campsite in the morning and there were no tracks or any indication that something had been out there. Never went back and I ALWAYS put ash around my tent no matter where I camp. Just because I don’t understand what’s out there, doesn’t mean I don’t fear what could be.

That would be so cozy and awesome I’m so excited >~<

One time when I was playing Pokemon my grandad told me that he would only accept gay people if I was gay, and even then he wasn't sure. I was just a ten year old on my DS playing Pokemon and I said OK but I thought wow that's kinda a fucked up thing to say to a kid.

The Viper

this, is where you should have reserved a revisit to stairs in the woods. or transmitions of a lonely broadcast tower.

When I was 7 my family went camping in Rockwood Tennessee. We camped on the bank of a river and stayed two nights. On night one I heard an entire pack (5 to 6 coyotes) yipping in the forest near our camp. Being a 7 year old I was pretty freaked out. On the second night I got to listen as this pack of coyotes returned to the area and committed genocide on some flock of birds so for about half an hour I jus listened to death and coyote attacks while my family tried to chill me out. Great trip 9/10 would listen to avian genocide again.

I used to camp out with my family at KOA, those organized camp grounds with log cabins and community showers. I remember we brought some family friends with us and all the kids had walkie talkies. I didn’t understand how channels worked and just assumed only us kids could communicate to each other, but a grown man ended up on the channel saying shit like “don’t look out the windows at night” and “keep your feet under the covers.” Frightening then, but very funny now.

You guys! If we all make the same joke about Hunter's experience, they're never going to read the comment section in Pateron ever again! Lol

The squirrel bear

Something actually scarry

If there was ever a time someone was going to be torn to just bloody ribbons by some sort of fucked up evil monster it would 100% on a creep cast campout

Didn't happen to me personally but a buddy if mine was out hunting in the Canadian wilderness with his dog when a guy in a wheel chair came out of nowhere and shot his dog.

My brother scared me so badly pretending to be an axe murderer in the middle of the night I tripped over a tree root running away and sprained my arm. Not the best way to spend summer break as a teenager

I live in a Native American Reservation and it’s near the woods so when I was around 4 or 5 I wanted to do some camping so my parents compromise and set up some tents in the backyard and I was able to invite some friends over, later that night me and a friend were messing around and all of a sudden I heard a voice saying my name it was soft and kinda alluring but it sounded like my mom so I went to the backyard because I thought it was my mom calling for me and I didn’t see her near the campfire so I thought maybe I just missed her and then I hear the voice again calling my name so I go to the side of the house and I call for my mom because now I’m getting worried and then I hear it one last time and I really listen this time the voice is so soothing and soft spoken but then I realize it’s coming from the woods I asked my friend if he heard the voice too and he said he did and then I see my mom by the campfire and she asked if I was alright and I asked her if she was calling out for me and she said no she was inside the house the entire time, I told my mom I heard a voice calling my name and she said where did you hear it coming from and I point to the woods, my mom then had everyone pack up the tents and got my dad and he drove everyone home. Even today my mom denies ever calling out to me and I still don’t know who or what was calling for me that day but I feel if I went into those woods I would’ve never made it out.

Not exactly a camping story but me being a extraordinarily stupid child decided to wander off all by my lonesome in the woods. (We used to go mushroom picking a lot) Which unsurprisingly led to me getting mildly lost. But i have very fun memories of finding a bunch of cool shit like a floating tree and a whole bunch of mushrooms and Beetles. I eventually found my family again.

One trip when I was a kid my cousins and I were catching frogs. I had about 5 in my hand, but realized I was wearing sweats without pockets, so I did the logical thing and shoved them in my underwear. Parents were not happy

i took a college camping class to the boundary waters for a weekend and the outfitter gave us so much food that i ate better in the woods than i did at home. the instructor was at one point practically begging me to have more pancakes so that he wouldn’t have to carry more food than he needed to

In highschool I went camping on my uncle's property with my parents and my uncle. My uncle had four wheelers and in order to ride one he made me sign a contract agreeing that if I died in a crash on the four wheeler he would be able to bury my body on his property.

When I was freshly 18 me and my GF (we're still toghther) we're going out to a hiking trail parking lot to get romantic for the first time in my 2007 pontiac vibe. And were getting ready when suddenly a we here stick ans trees cracking comming towards us at fast speeds( and a feelijg of being watched since we got there) so we both freak out and rip and roar out of the parking lot down county road o the whole way back to town seeing many many eyes in the trees glowing, along with some weird grey thing that tumbled across the road. Still have not been back there since.

During the summer after we graduated from highschool, my friends and I had a camping trip way up north. We got lost, almost hit a deer, backed into a tree, an old man tricked us into going on a hike right before it started raining, and one of our tent poles broke while we were setting it up.

My friends gramps has this cabin in the woods. So my and him decide to bring a couple of people out cause its beautiful. You can see the stars at night and swim in the pond. So he decided it'd be funny to use those spirit of Halloween mask that look like the silence from Doctor Who kinda. So he waits in the garage for all of us to come out but I already had spotted him when he walked passed a window earlier. When he popped out I swear these girls almost had a heart attack. Pretty funny tho

I said this with the other post but i THINK fenter woods could be fun... but it also might suck so i cant really vouch. i just remember it being a really common popular one in the creepypasta days

I went camping once and it sucked cause it was Florida and hot and muggy also alligators were in the water and raccoons robbed us while we slept

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When I was a kid my parents were on drugs really bad and left me and my brother alone in a house without electricity and we started to get hungry so being that I was the oldest I had to figure out how to make us some food. I grabbed one of those shower caddies you hang on the shower head and built a little fire out back. I had to leave it in the fire for a while to make sure all the plastic burned off and made some questionably old hamburgers, while we were waiting for our food to get done me and my brother took turns telling each other scary stories and that memory really stuck with me. I think about it quite a bit and I think it's why I'm such a fan of horror movies and listening to scary stories.

One time me and my buddy smoked weed behind my house in the woods in front of a fire. He left me alone and I zoned out so hard I started hallucinating and felt like the context I was in changed to the medieval era and embers started emerging from the flames in the shape of a skull and started swirling around each other. Then I went inside and played video games or something

I’m itching for tomorrow’s episode it’s like a drug

As others said, wendigo and skinwalker stories would be amazing by a campfire.

One and only camping trip I went on was with my girlfriends family when I was 12 and they didn’t want me in a tent with them so I had to sleep in a cramped car and kept hallucinating slender man in the trees at least I think it was a hallucination 🤔

My friend and I used to explore the woods around the area (semi-rural NC) pretty regularly, specifically to forage or cut down the tree markers; the woods were supposed to be demolished after the woman who kept it for 20 years found out her husband cheated on her, and sold it. As two teens we would wander around until we had full backpacks of orange tape, but there was one time he and I found the part of the woods they had started to demolish. We had made it through the brush, past the crick, and through the tall grass before it seemed like this fog settled around us, and as we walked into it (looking around more than down, mind you), there was a crunch beneath my shoe. Bones. You could see them littering the dirt, and at the same time crows cawed overhead and distant dogs started to bark. It was haunting. We booked it out of there, and on the way back we saw a camouflage tent before my friend tripped over some razor wire. I think it had something to do with the mycelium network the way the atmosphere changed so abruptly.

My friends and I at boy scout camp would buy folding knives and flick them out around the fire. We'd all measure our knives and compare size shape and color. I know it sounds like an innuendo but its the gospel truth. One night I gave my tent buddy fifteen bucks and my own knife if he would let me have his bigger one. I'm straight, why do you ask?

I'm a bit late and this is silly not spooky, but my redneck extended family (grandparents/cousins/uncle/etc) and I went camping along a river when I was around 12. We had no permits, no place in mind, just find a spot and set up. My uncles fishing boat started leaking immediately and we all panicked and started stuffing it with socks and caulk then covered it with duct tape (held the whole trip). We set up our tents and my mom realized she forgot the poles for hers. We ended up basically making a teepee by dropping her tent over sticks. We got to bed, my grandma wakes up screaming saying someone was watching her from outside. We go outside, it's cows. We were camping in a cow pasture by the river. My uncles chase them all off with blow horns at three am. next day we move somewhere else. Next day my coors filled grandma nearly gets arrested for cussing out a wild life and fisheries officer for checking our fishing license (no idea why, we had them). I get a bloody nose tubing. My cousin looses his swim trunks. Blah blah. Around five we spot a gator (Louisiana) and have to get out of the water (don't worry we were back in the next day). Next day my uncle DOES get a ticket for yo-yoing. We all eat our ham sandwiched with wet dorrito finger prints and go home. The end! (we got a cabin the next year and my uncle got another ticket for yo-yoing )

No, I saw my little cousin fall into the campfire because all the adults were too drunk to be paying attention. He was engulfed in flames shortly and screaming like ive never heard before, but luckily he was pulled out fairly quickly. He survived but still has scars.

My grandfather spent days trying to convince us there was a 3 fingered man named Willy who was gonna eat our fingers. It was weird lmao

When I was a kid, me and my 2 older siblings would go to my grandparents lake house on the outskirts of Houston to go fishing and camping and all that, but this isn't a story about how I got a fish hook stuck in my hand nor is it about the time my sister nearly stopped on a water moccasin. No, this is about the time I was done making s'mores with my older brother. Our campfire was going out and it was late, my brother was old enough to handle me and himself now, so my mom and stepdad went to bed, leaving us with the lantern. Now my mom bought a separate lake house just two houses down the road just for this occasion, so once the fire died, me and my brother went on the little road back, with my brother holding the lantern. Now, this area we were walking out of had plenty of deer around, hell they had deer feeders everywhere, so when I heard some soft pitter patter behind us, I thought it was a deer and kept going, but then it kept going and going and going. Anyways, I brought it up to my brother and we could see my mom's lake house so we booked it inside and never really found out what the pitter patter was, knowing my luck, it was probably some coyotes that were sometimes in the area.

if you guys ever come to australia, 1. come in summer. 2. go camping while ur here. it's super awesome and totally doesn't feel like waking up inside an oven i promise!!!

One time I went on a camping trip with my friend and his whole family. It was one of the biggest trips I had taken without my actual family. So we get to the site and it is right next to a massive river. We hung out all day relaxed and fished a little before it got dark. We sat next to the camp fire till around 10:30 at night. Me and my friend shared a tent that was really close to the river. We both were really tired so it was kinda straight to bed. I woke up at around 1:30-2am and was surprised by how quiet it was. When I realized the river had stopped. Not in a got quieter as in no noise whatsoever. I wake my friend up and we just sat there wondering what it was. Then he spoke up to give an answer and the river was back. We still talk about it all the time and kinda shoot theories at what it was.

When I was a kid, I lived out in the country. We were on the side of a mountain, and the forest was basically my backyard. When I would get bored of SEGA, I would often go exploring. While wandering around with my best friend one day, we located a clearing at the base of a gully, and oddly, there in the middle sat a bathtub. Just an old, white tub, which obviously looked very out of place and created a stark contrast to the shaded glade it sat within. But even stranger, it had running water. Whomever put it there (and somehow connected it to a water pipe that ran into the forest) had left it running, so it was completely full and pouring water over the sides. Being a kid, I found this odd but just accepted it without even thinking to mention it to my parents. Then one day while exploring by myself, I returned to the tub. From a distance, I saw that there was something large and red within it. I cautiously walked up to it to see that an entire deer carcass, bloody and coated with bits of meat, had been placed inside. As an adult, the only logical theory I have is that one of our hunting neighbors put it there to wash deer carcasses, which is pretty harmless. But as a child, it was just a terrifying spectacle placed there to haunt me. One of the coolest things I've ever seen.

I roughed it in a shed with my family while we built our house. After clearing out the junk and mice, we renovated the inside to look like a small cabin. It had no running water or HVAC, so we collected rain water for showers and made fires for heat all the time. It was pretty small: about the size of a large bedroom (12' x 12') and, at night, my brothers and I would pack into the loft like sardines. Mom and dad slept on pallets below us next to an ice cream bucket that we used like a chamber pot. After 6 months, we moved out of the "shabin" and into the basement of our house (complete with plumbing, heat, and AC!). Looking back, it's hard to imagine living like that for so long and staying sane. Still, every now and again, I'll make a fire and sleep in the "shabin" for old-time's sake.

I flew across the country to visit my friends. We went camping in Tennessee during June for the first time in like 4 years; my friend’s bf brought his own 10 year old tent. It was drizzling on and off the whole day, but my friend Emma insisted it was fine and we should try to hike anyway (it was her birthday and she’s a liar but we love her). A torrential downpour starts, we try to get into the tent, but it’s zipped all the way up and the zipper’s caught. My friends little sister rips a hole in the bottom of the zipper trail, she dives in, and the boyfriend rips a hole in the top and we all pile in. Little sister threw out her back when she dived in so she’s lying on the ground in stunned silence, occasionally ripping her vape, tears streaming down her face. The tent door is wide open and it’s raining HARD, so we all had to take shifts holding the door shut. After like three hours of this I went to sleep in the truck with untinted windows. We had all slammed the dab pen (we don’t normally smoke) so I was paranoid as fuck looking out the windows all night. I’ll never forget that fear. I miss my friends so much lol

Looking forward to the camping episode!! I remember the first time I camped with my white friends. She said I have all I need. I just had a sleeping bag. I assumed she had a tent. We get there and she just pulls out a hammock. It was my first time sleeping outside in the OPEN and the last time I went camping with my girl🤣 Proud of myself tho. I was terrified of snakes slithering over my body💀

What my dad originally thought was a big raccoon eating our meat and Gansitos turned out to be a juvenile bear. Scratched the shit out of my mom's car to get to the cooler inside. A bunch of very stereotypical rednecks camping next to us started yelling and firing a TON of guns in the air to scare it off. We heard the mom later in the night, but luckily she didn't come around. My dad shared his beer with the rednecks the next day as thanks. They were chill.

Bigfoot sighting in the area are gonna be at an all time high

Reading "myimmortal" with my friends around around the firepit. That was one of the last times we all hungout together :(

Isaiah now that you have held your firstborn, did it actually feel better to get on over on Hunter with a teddy bear?

My brother (11/12 at the time) wouldn’t leave the car and kinda locked himself in to play on his DS. My dad found a dead cat under a cabin porch and stuck it on a stick and started slamming it against to car windows while crouching so my brother didn’t see him. Made it look like a scene from Pet Sematary. My dads voice acting was 10/10 and traumatized my bro for awhile lol

one time we threw what we thought was empty fireworks (like the cardboard after they have already gone off) and one of the chambers had not gone off so when it got thrown in the fire, it started to shoot fireworks everywhere. One went like 8 inches away from my face!

Little scratch n sniff

Strangely enough I have a campfire story that actually happened by a campfire. For pretense I often go on hunting trip with my dad and papa up in north Georgia. I’ve spent majority of my life around the woods and have learned n ot to fear the rather odd sounds of nature at night, however one night in particular still gives me chills when I think about it. I remember it being the evening after a Largely unsuccessful hunt, my papa had beat us to camp so he could have supper ready for us before we got out of the woods. That night the three of us were sitting around the campfire enjoying the bacon and egg sandwichs my papa had made, I was super focused in on my sandwich when my dad had knocked me out of my hypnotic state, “what son” he asked piercing the silence. I looked at him with dumb confusion on my face. “I didn’t say anything” “Oh,” he responded. Both of us dropping or heads down after the confused exchange. Then I heard it “Dad!” I shot my head up looking for the source of the sound my dad doing the same. He locked eyes with me as if asking the same question In my head, “who said that?” “Did you hear that I asked?” He nodded agreeing. Then again “Dad!” The words so familiar to me this time setting my hairs on end. I know that voice I thought it’s familiarity hitting me like a wave of Déjà vu “Help me “it continued from just beyond our line of sight its voice finally registering as coming from the dark wooden horizon just out of sight. “Who’s there?!” my dad shot up from his seat his hand sliding to hover over his holstered pistol. “Dad!” The voice continued 3 times over, sounding as if it were retreating further and further into the woods with every repetition. The voice stopped after that. Needless to say I didn’t sleep that night. After all I just couldn’t stop thinking about 3 things 1. Wtf just happened 2. Why didn’t the cadence of the voice change 3. Why did it sound like me. I still run mental loops about that night almost 6 years later. I’m not generally a big believer in the supernatural, so I tell myself it’s possible that someone was messing with us but either way it was overall just a creepy experience. Lmk what y’all think if you read this, thank you :)

One time I sat through a story where one of the characters explained google

Crazy idea for a long hour Creepcast episode would be the guys reading house of leaves

Off topic and if it’s a stupid idea, feel free to ignore it but I think it would be pretty cool if you guys maybe through in some giveaways of like physical copies of some of the stories the community has liked or will like in the future as it will help support the authors and I think it’ll be a cool thing for the patrons just an idea though

We stayed in a cabin with a covered porch when I was maybe around 8. One night we left the porch door unlocked and I was laying on the floor in one of the rooms trying to sleep when i heard a tinny noise in the porch. I got up to go look and I saw a bunch of raccoons had gotten in and were eating the cherry pie we had left on the table in there, almost a whole pie. Licked the tin clean at least

My friends and I had a semi lord of the flies moment in scouts where we fought another scout group by a nearby lake at night with weapons made of tree branches and vines and stuff. No reason for it but it was fun lol

My brother mimicked the sound of a raccoon and scared my mom who then jumped out of her seat and almost fell into the campfire

Not camping, but I went to a park with some woods to get a dead animal a friend had spotted (I do vulture culture stuff). I talked to a guy about his dog (Newfoundland). The guy was named Guy and his dog was named Buddy. Ended up telling him why I was there. He told me he had a box of animal skulls he found in the park. I followed him to his white van in a very dark, mostly empty parking lot. Not a good decision but I was feeling adventurous. He was a nice guy, gave me the skulls and we parted ways. Thanks Guy 🫶

My uncle pretended to be a bear and scared the ever living daylights out of us.

i got foot fungus at my summer camp

I love this idea! Like old campfire stories!

My stepdad let me chop the head of a chicken on a scouts trip when I was 12. She still hasn’t forgiven him

At the local summer camp my family was heavily involved in, there was the legend of Creek Boy, a camper who'd drowned in the creek. He supposedly still haunted the woods. There were all sorts of classic stories and embellishments that came about over the years, but on the night of the campfires, there were people who would go into the woods and make strange noises and bang on the cabin windows and doors. I think the coolest part that came of it was that a local ministry group came by for a series of video skits. They were like a mock 'scooby-doo' style gang, and used our campground as the setting. And Creek Boy was the antagonist. That was pretty fun.

It's not really one specific memory but there have been a few various hunting/fishing/camping trips I went on when I was younger where I remember hearing the adults talking about "the woodsmen." The first few times I thought they meant an actual woodsman, like just a literal dude that lives in the woods. But some stuff made it obvious that wasn't it. Stuff like "they snap their fingerbones to sound like twigs to scare you towards the others." Apparently they made up a monster for fun on one trip to scare each other and kept it going for every following trip as a sort of game between them.

I remember reading one PA folk tale book at summer camp one year. I remember one story that scared everyone the best. Its called Tailypo, no idea if its actually any good I haven't read it in 15 years but I have fond memories of it.

Going camping this weekend! Hopefully I’ll make some new great memories. My favorite is the time my SCUBA club and I told the story about the rake, but changed the name to Ginnie Spring Walker and tried to trick everyone into thinking it was real. We got a few.

also when mr goon is visiting an in person livestream would be pretty epic if its easy to set up

I went on a roadtrip with college friends in new mexico. We set up a tent truly like in the middle of nowhere on the off road of an offroad. We thought we were hearing rustling behind this big bush. And eventually heard a full on coughing sound. we raced to the car and left. this was at 4am

My family went camping late fall in the mountains and it was so cold i pissed my pants while i was sleeping right between my siblings

When I was about 7, I went camping with my best friend’s family at Lake Rudolph in Indiana. We stupidly road our bikes down a steep gravel hill and when it evened out to pavement I ate shit lmao. Skinned up my knee pretty bad. I don’t have any scary camping stories to tell, other than, I went to a summer camp when I was in middle school, for the first time. I made up a fake story about a killer in the woods (I thought it was okay to tell scary stories at summer camp, I was dead wrong) and a lot of people were mad at me after that. My bad lol. Was very disappointed in my summer camp experience.

My dad used to tell me stories all the time of him camping in old miner graveyards in BC. He said he would hear and see weird things all the time. But I guess in the middle of the forest that's a given.

I’ve never done that :( somebody else will have to poop my pants

Found a nudy mag

:/ can we start euthanizing everyone who’s trying to turn this comment section into r/nosleep with their horrible home cooked scary stories. I’d rather go camping and have to survive on Factor fresh meals than listen to an episode where Hunter and Isaiah have to read these comments.

The Baby Sitter scary story about a man calling repeatedly and terrorizing a group of children one night. I went camping with my dad in the Rainier National Park in second grade and he told me that story while we sat around the fire our first night camping. I remember being so terrified to this day I still think abt it and what I would do if I was in those kids situation. I’ve tried googling the story but none of the versions compare to the one my dad told me.

I didn't take a shit for 5 day

made smore

Honestly good chance for Wendi to tell all the scary campfire stories he knows

Remember a story creator named Emmawatsonbutdumber? Well shes also called Helena Castellan. She has this AMAZING story called "Heard something in the wall or ceiling? Call us!" Both Hunter and Isaiah would love it and it genuinely freaked me out. Seriously if this is all my digital footprint does, please read it!

READ THE OG SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK☝️☝️🙏🗣️🔥🔥🔥

Can hunter buy a yugioh shirt to burn during the episode? Like a viking burial of the memory

Getting lost in the woods for a hour with just lanterns while camping with friends

Be sure to set up a slip and slide

My dad beat my ass at the campfire because I ate all the Hershey’s chocolates. I ate the whole 8 pack of bars. He calls me fat boy

Gotta be Tommy Taffy part 3

Found actual stairs in the woods, along with a rusted tricycle embedded in a full grown tree and a rusted mattress with a branch hut built around it. This was about 12 years ago in the woods of Missouri.

Meat man, do the story. The one with the Yu-Gi-Oh tshirt or something like that.

I used to love camping but I get very paranoid, so I don't go anymore,and my family ruined it for me

My family used to go camping every fall. One year SOMEONE forgot to secure the food, and raccoons made away with all our marshmallows. Not a year goes by that I don't think of the party they must have thrown while we sat there freezing our asses off without any smores.

Aged 10, I peed myself on a school camping trip, when we were out in the woods telling ghost stories. I tried to go off and wee but ended up pissing myself (is hard peeing outside as a girl). So my teacher was really kind and gave me her coat to disguise the fact I'd pissed myself.

kissing my homies

Unkowingly Took a shit less than 6ft from another families camp site. We camped on an island in the maryland northeast river. We all thought we were absolutely the only ones on the island. If I hadn't already pooped, I definitely would have shit my pants.

I have one where me and my friend Braydon and his friend Slade went camping out in the middle of the woods in some far out Arkansas country. We bought a 3 man tent, but we were lowk all pretty big guys so we were packed like sardines. It was actually pretty warm around midnight so we shed some layers. (I know this sounds like its leading to gay sex but i promise its not). But around 3 am idk why but it started to get REALLY cold out so we put our coats back on and huddled up even closer. Right after that a pack of coyotes or something started sniffing around our tent so we all grabbed our knives and hatchets and just stayed still inside for like 30 minutes, huddled all together... we did NOT have gay sex afterwards, I promise.

You NEED to make hunter eat bacon just for our entertainment. Come on man please 🥺

Was sitting by a campfire with my brother in the catskills when we heard some fucking loud ass crunching and i swear to god we saw eyes, he ran inside and was like “I swear I see a big ass cat” and I just stayed out there until the sounds didn’t stop so I also booked it inside 💀

Nothing too crazy, but went camping with friends 30 miles away from any civilization. One night while we were at the campground we heard what sounded like a man crying in absolute agony, loudly. We all just stood there without moving staring at each other. The screams kept coming and we lit up the area where the sound was coming from (it was full of dense trees and bushes), and we couldn't see anything. Scary to this day.

I went camping with one of my buddies up north Michigan, we were making s’mores and camp fire food when all of a sudden my friends aunt pulled a baggie out of her pocket she handed some sort of food to each of the campers, I was curious and didn’t wave to feel left out, so I put my hand over the food too. The taste was dry and earthy, I gulped it down trying to hide the disgust on my face, 15 minutes go by and I noticed my friends uncle synchronized dancing with the flames when I asked him what he was doing he said “dancing” after that he ignored me. The camp fire was still lit and the moon was nearly almost covered my grey clouds I was staring to feel a little funny on the inside, my brain and mind felt fine but my body seem to feel no existent. I’ve done my fair share of drugs but what this lady gave me felt like it was dug up from the dark side of the moon, as soon as I looked down my buddy was staring at me not blinking, I didn’t question this because he’s done weirder things, he says to me “if Donald Duck was a black guy he would sound like this” and fails an attempt on singing gangsters paradise in duck impression. I wanted to get away from all the weirdness and discomfort so I went on my tent and rested my eyes, for my friend to come knocking on my tent like it was urgent, “ they’re weird, they’re weird” “he’s outside” I was confused and already starting to fall asleep, he came inside my tent and I swear to god he looked over saturated and jumped on me like a dumb house dog, i forced him to get off my noticed something on my screen, “ you’re listening to creep cast?, I love creep cast so much!!” I replied with a cold “nice” and shut my eyes one more time just to wake up to my friend jamming a knife into my side, the pain was unreal and never thought I would be feeling this type of pain, I looked down to see my once white shirt turn into a dark burgundy color, “what the fuck are you doing” I screamed while he twisted the blade further into my pelvis. “ no one likes creep cast more than I do” he muttered, I explained to him that I was trying to enjoy my trip like he was and I just wanted to listen to scary stories about while I was hitting the hey. He said he didn’t care and gripped my phone age smashed it on the ground, I heard a faint voice cracking through the phone until it went silent, I didn’t know what to say so I just said “that’s fine” and went back to bed. The next morning I forgot everything that happened that night, but right when I opened my tent and got my foot caught inside of a little bear trap, it instantly jogged my memory, “what the fuck!” I screamed while trying ripping the bear trap of my already mosquito buffet of a foot. My screams woke everyone up but I notice there was an elephant in the room, all the campers had Halloween masks on like they were about to go trick or treating, I was struggling at my foot while the campers were getting closer, I screamed and yelled for help but being in the middle of the woods, not even a dear would hear you. As soon as I got my foot unstuck I ran as fast as I could and when I tell you I ran fast, I ran fast. I did track in high school and this was way faster than that. The campers seemed to just stand there while I was limping away, I limped all the way to a wood outhouse and I kid you not, shrek came out of the wood box and started taking a bath, I’m not making this up, I was like “what the fuck” and decided to join him in the bath, he told me that I was all alone in the woods and there wasn’t any other campers, he explained to me that the last 50 people who camped in these woods became food for the animals, I was in shock knowing that me and my friend were buddies since we were 2 years old, he said “yeah that was all fake” knowing that I had a scar on my forehead from my friend beating me with a hammer, he said “look” and I kid you not shrek held up a mirror and there was a drawing of a hyper realistic penis on my forehead. I was shocked knowing that I wasn’t gay, nor did I draw this penis on my head. As soon as i looked back at shrek a green fist came hurdling my way, “shrek knocked my out cold” I thought to myself self, but as soon as i was waking up it felt like a cold beefy finger was hitting my on the same spot as the hyper realistic penis was drawn. As soon as I opened my eyes I saw my Friends uncle slapping what seemed to be a hot dog from the camp fire, but I soon realized that, we didn’t bring any hot dogs……. The end

Please just ramble, like share creepy things of your past, stories etc, no complaining that you guys yap off topic

I lived in a run down trailer in the woods in Southern Illinois with my dog for half a year. I would explore the property all day, and one day I came across 4 tombstones on a hill and 2 lids to cast iron caskets that had surfaced from over a century of erosion. Turns out it was a family of 8, a mom, dad, and 6 children under 14 years old who all died of cholera in a 4 year time frame, the most recent being 1891. I would go up there every now and then to clean up a bit, but I was always careful to not touch the tombstones. One night, about 4 months into me living down there, I took the dog out at midnight to pee. Closest neighbor lived a mile away, and we were a mile into the woods on a dirt trail backroad, but I still heard something moving in the treeline. I called my dog back, 14 year old black lab at the time, she could barely comprehend what was going on, and as she got to me, I heard something break from the trees and begin running right at us. I grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her inside as fast as I could, slammed the door, and braced it for a solid 45 seconds while this thing sat either panting or hyperventilating about 5 feet from the door until it finally took off. I had no locks on this trailer, 2 ways in, no lights on the outside, and it was pitch black out. To this day, I don't know what it was, but it didn't sound like it was running on 4 legs, it sounded like 2, and I've never heard an animal breathe the way it did. I sat on my couch with a loaded shotgun for the rest of the night and didn't move until the sun came up. Never happened again, but it was the most terrified and helpless I've ever felt in my life. Good times down there. I miss it

The goatman stories would have been perfect for this

Tummy sticks.

Not too many scary but lots of fond memories camping! Living in Wisconsin, my parents had land on a river and every summer we would go and listen to the local crackly radio and play cards in the tent or camper, especially on rainy days. I remember one summer my brother and I tried to build a fort by cutting small trees down and we made our parents buy us twine, a hammer, and nails and we actually managed something close to a structure even with no carpentry experience at 13 years old. We used to lay out on our old pontoon boat and watch the stars - so clear in northern Wisconsin. We always played this fun game around the campfire called “What’s Yours Like?” where someone in the group would pick a word and everyone else in the group knew the word except for one, the guesser. Everyone in the circle gets a chance to describe this thing using one or two words. If the word was “fish” you could use “wet” or “slippery” (sexual euphemisms were encouraged especially while drinking late at night) and if the guesser still didn’t know what it was by the time it got back around to them in the circle they lost and had to take a shot. I don’t expect you guys to play this during your trip but keep it for later, it’s a lot of fun with a big group of people!

When I was a boy scout I went camping and an older scout took someone on a Snipe Hunt and as they were coming back I heard them talking about how they were gonna act like they caught one and try to convince me. They were not good actors, I did not play along, but they just kept on and on and on for way too long and it remains one of the most viscerally cringe experiences I've ever had. I was like 10 and I think that was a formative moment in my life.

I was hunting for my first time ever. My buddy is a big hunter and was really wanting me to get my first animal. we were out for about a week and nobody got anything for most of the time out there so we're were getting a little desperate and defeated. It was elk season so it was getting cold and snowy. So when we heard that a camp by ours lost a dog we were kinda on the look for the dog. When I woke up in the morning I heard a dog barking not far so I went to look in nothing but my longies and boots. then out of nowhere maby a 6th of a mile out of camp a massive bull 6 by 5 busted out of some brush maby 20 feet next to me. but I had no gun and barely any clothes. so when I came back to camp with no dog and new hope for filling my tag I told my buddy to get ready for a little jaunt out of camp. before we left I found out the dog I heard was actually my friends dog who was in a tent at the time which made me feel like a fool but also taught me to never leave your gun at camp when hunting. we didnt find that elk that day. Then the next day we ware on our way to a spot when the elk was standing by the road not far from camp so we quickly stopped but my buddy threw his drink on me telling me to hold it then he jumped out and dropped the bull before I could get my gun raised. So then I learned a second lesson that trip. When a friend says he wants you to get your first animal. That quickly goes out the window when the trip is almost over.

I'm actually going camping in a few days

not really spooky but one of the last times me and my bfs family went camping we all had to hide in our cabins bc two bears were chasing each other through our camp trying to kill each other

I’ve got a bunch being a former scout but I’ll only tell two here. I was still young when my troop decided to offer us the opportunity to make a 20 mile hike in one day. I needed it for the hiking merit badge and a good friend of mine was going so it was hopefully going to be a fun snd productive weekend. Now two days before we left for the trip my mom bought me some new shoes, blue Nike’s. She told me explicitly not to take them on the trip, but I ignored her. Morning of the hike I woke up and made the decision to put on my brand new Nike’s, without socks, over my leather boots. Needless to say to say about half way through the hike I was miserable. But we were in the middle of the woods about 10 miles from anything remotely close to a road. After about 15 miles I stopped to teak a break only to be surprised when my buddy pulled a fresh pair of thick socks out of his bag and said “my bad dude I forgot I had these with me.” With my new socks on foot I finished the hike and promptly got straight in my hammock and didn’t get out until the next morning when we headed home only to be fussed at by my mother for wearing my new shoes like she told me not to. The second story is one I’ve used in a horror story I wrote a while back but is 100% true and is genuinely why I don’t fuck around when I’m in the Appalachian Mountains. I was 15 and my troop decided to go on a trip and do a bunch of high adventure activities. Basically it was an older scout trip. We’d be gone for a week and we did everything from outdoor rock climbing, to mountain biking, backpacking a small section of the Appalachian Trail, stuff like that. It was while on the A.T. my story happened. I woke up around 6 one morning and needed to piss so I crawled out of my tent and walked about 5 feet into the woods. When I was done I turned around, expecting to see the campsite, but all I saw was endless woods. I spun around in circles looking for a landmark that I recognized every time I did something was different. I was in some random spot in the woods and that spot kept changing. I swear it felt like I was there for 10 or 15 minutes just looking around. I’m convinced that if I weren’t a scout and hadn’t been trained on what to do when you get lost in the woods I would’ve died. But then my dad asked me what I was doing and the campsites was right behind me. Not sure what happened but I’ll tell ya there’s something old in this mountains, and if you’re smart you’ll pay if caution when you’re up in then.

My dad had an old home place in West Virginia, people describe places and towns in the middle of nowhere but this place was truly in the middle of nowhere. Me and my family camped out their one day, we made smores and told stories like any family would, my dad showed us the trail his dad (my grandfather) use to take to get to school, the old school building was still there when we finished the trail, I even went inside, it was weird to think people got their education from only a small room. The old homeplace was just as they left it when he was a child, only the wood was run down a bit and the porch was caved in, and there was a few rooms where the floor was also caved in like the porch, for reference he was born in 1952 and into a poor family, so their only heat source in the house was an old stove burner, no electricity. He passed away Sunday and he wants his ashes spread there. This podcast has done a lot for me in these last few days.

I remember when a crow stole an entire Moonpie wrapped up. Bro, then came back multiple times and stole the rest of the moonpies we had in an open box. Final day of camping, there were 10-20 crows just sitting there waiting, we decided to leave the box as a gift to the Moonpie the crow. Also, one of my friends was being a cheapskate on the trip, as we promised we would all go in evenly on fuel, food, and etc. He didn’t bring a tent, food, nothing. After the first night we thought about beating him with frozen meat patties in tube socks.

I know better and don’t trust camping in the woods lol. I’ve seen too many horror movies and heard too many scary stories from you guys lol.

I'm from central Missouri and lived there up until I was around 16 or so. Grew up poor and in the rural areas (hometown is now like 200 people max) so I was outside often and had a very early start to camping and bushcraft and so on. After grandpappy passing away, I left state to Virginia, out around the Appalachia. I used to hike and just be by myself all the time. I'd read and learn and just try to process everything up to that point because of the tragedies I endured (my aunt and uncle didn't care if I went alone for however much time I wanted as long as I didn't miss school). Anyhow, I never knew much about what all weird shit happened out there. One of the first times I ever went hiking and messing around out there, I ended sitting against this huge tree to rest and read some. I ended up falling asleep and once I opened my eyes, a horrid thirst coated my mouth. Was starvin to death too. So I brush some leaves off me, open an old mre and have a go at the water. Looking around, enjoying a beautiful day since it was about noon by my guess. As I was putting my book away and picking my trash up, I decided to check my watch for the first that day. Two and half days passed. I slept for two and half days, propped up against some mighty oak and just, I don't know. It didn't seem real, that's for sure. Not a scratch on me besides my pack moved slightly off, which I always accounted for some scavenger nibblin at it or some such. Then the leaves and that's really it. Needless to say I made sure everything was intact and high tailed it back to the house as quick as I could. Asked everyone in the house how long I'd been gone for and they all shared the same sentiment, about two and half days. Best rest I think I've ever had too. Good times, led me into doing some search and rescue sometime afterward as a volunteer. I'd rather not talk about some things I've seen while doing that wilderness activity. (Before anyone asks, I had a digital watch that displayed date and time on it. Smartasses. lol)

I went to a church summer camp one year when i was a teen and we had to evacuate in the middle of the night because of a hurricane.

me and my brother got lost in the woods by our house for 3 hours, ended up 2 miles away and walked back home. no one even noticed we were gone lol

One time i was gonna camp out with a bunch of my friends on my family property, which is several acres. By the time we had gotten around to looking for a spot to set up for the night it was getting dark, not quite sunset more like that period of grey where everything is just slightly illuminated. while we were scouting for the perfect flat dry spot we went to see my goats. i was naming all of them to my friends and i counted 8 goats.. i only had 7 at the time. i swear on my life one had the wrong number of legs, i cant remember if it was 3 or 5 but it was just wrong, and all it’s joints looked like they were backwards. if there’s someone in the pasture my goats go crazy because it always means food or pets, so they’re always fighting to get closer and jump up on you. but not this one it stood about 8 feet away only half lit by our moving flashlights standing perfectly and unnaturally still, staring at me. i got a knot in my stomach and me and my friends left the pasture. as i was locking the gate it was still standing and staring, but it had gotten about 10ft closer without anyone seeing it move. we slept on the floor of the living room that night. (also for more context this was in early september in rural east TN)

I threw up in the pool on the last day of summer camp and no one could swim for the rest of the day

I only went camping once cause my dad was tryna make a man outta me but I begged to go home as soon as we ran outta snacks

Went backpacking in Colorado a couple times the last time I went our campsite was right by a lake where rainbow and cut throat trout would spawn the small lake also had a large rock giving it a sorta peninsula which angled perfectly to watch the stars at night and listen to some young wolves howling

I went camping at my grandmas not too far from the house. Like at 2am I here a loud ass crunch near my tent then a huff I take a peak outside the tent turns out this random ass horse got onto the property and got to scare the shit outta me.

One time we were camping and my mom made my brother and I stand in front of a tree to get a picture of us in our new matching raincoats (they folded up all the way into the pocket and zipped up for storage it was badass) and I got pine sap on mine (because of the tree she made us stand in front of) and she got pissed off and we had to go 30 minutes to a laundromat and do like 3 cycles to get the sap mostly off

This was during summer camp for Boy Scouts. We had been allowed to make our own dinner in camp and had left a complete mess by the time we went to bed. Our scout master awoke to the sound of screaming raccoons and assumed two of them were fighting over some food. He stepped out of his tent with two flashlights to break up the fight only to be confronted by a cougar holding a raccoon between its front paws. After screaming "Holy shit, there's a cougar out here!" His scream apparently distracted the cougar long enough for the raccoon to escape. After giving my scoutmaster an annoyed glared it turned around and made its way back into the woods. The next day, to make sure we had proof, we got some plaster and made a mold from one of the many massive paw prints left behind in the dirt of our campsite. Overall a pretty fun experience.

You guys should bring a JBL speaker for the background music lol

For church camp we ended up going camping in the forest right passed the cemetery. Regardless, me and my cousins decided to take a little stroll while the sun was setting and we ended up going to the end of the woods which was also the start of the cemetery and We saw a man that was 10 ft tall with two gigantic wolves (they reached his thighs). We all stood there asked each other if we saw that and ran the other way. The priests at our camp ended up telling us we aren’t the first to see that and that he thinks it’s an omen and had to bless us and our tents. I couldn’t sleep for months after that.

Sounds like a lot of fun and if I may toss into the ring, the first ever ‘scary story’ was ‘the sandman’ creepypasta. I listened to it at band camp with a bunch of my mates who found it on youtube. Have no idea how it holds up now but I remember being terrified and haunted by it for like a week (wasn’t into scary stuff as a kid because I’m bit of a wuss) curious to see what you guys think of it. Also, even though it was a band camp, it was in a national park with lots of trees so technically ‘in the woods’, plus I’m Australian so it all counts as ‘woods’ if you… don’t think about it too much…

That sounds so cool. Please do this!

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Cows escaped a pen cause some forgot to close the gate so when I opened the tent I was just looking at a cow that was sniffing the tent and without moving was whispering to wake my dad up *Side note had to slowly move and shake his head* and when he did he just said “bud why the hell are-“ and notices the cows roaming later he and some friends rounded them back in the pen

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When I was about 11 my brother and I were in this military summer camp program. The whole thing was weird because it was a mix of adult counselors with teenagers leading the squads of younger kids, so you had a lot of older brother-like antics where the teenagers would mess with us. There were two distinct memories I have of this place and one of them was the last time we were there and something I'll never be able to forget. Let's start with the lighter one though. There were four kids in my squad being me, my brother, a kid named Dennis who was a couple years older and Mac our teenage squad leader. We were all hanging out by a shed and someone found a mummified cat inside, this cat was nothing but a skeleton with dried skin draped over it. Now what would you expect a few kids ranging from 11 to 16 to do in this situation? That's right we put a hot dog in its mouth cause why not? I don't know man, it was a long time ago. Now here comes the night I'll never forget and the reason I'll never be able to stand the smell of barbecue again. Mac was a bit of a jerk to be honest but even though he picked on us and threatened to stab us (okay mostly me) he didn't deserve what happened nobody does. See one night we were supposed to make a fire while Mac sat on a big stone us younger kids were making more of just a pile of logs, sticks and the occasional spark. Being an already irritable teenager Mac quickly became fed up with our feeble attempts at a meager fire. He got up and said " I'm gonna grab something from the shed real quick y'all stay put and don't do anything stupid." so we did as we were told. After about five minutes Mac came back and in his hand was a small Jerry can. He announced" I'm gonna show you little twerps how a real man makes a fire quick and easy". What happened next I'll never forget, Mac dumped the gasoline all over the wood we collected and struck a match. Time stopped as the match was tossed and at the same time we noticed far too late where Mac had spilled. What was once a pitiful fire became a blaze in an instant as the fire traced from the wood pile to Mac's clothes soaked in a mix of a long days sweat and spilt gasoline. Now for anyone who doesn't know, polyester is great for light breathable clothing meaning it's used in a lot of active wear, the type of clothes you might wear if you're going out in the Florida woods and decide you don't want to pass out from humidity. Conversely polyester is not the type of clothing you'd want to wear for any work that involves fires as when it catches on fire it doesn't just burn it melts. As you can probably guess Mac was wearing a breathable shirt and sweatpants both made of polyester. Instantly a shit fire turned into an impromptu witch trial as his clothes melted onto his skin denying him the salvation of simply removing them. We watched dumbfounded for no more than 10 maybe 20 seconds as the fire consumed every inch of his skin. The stench of burnt hair mixed with the sweet smell of roast pork and the sound of sizzled meat harmonizing with screams of agony filled the air. If the burning mass hadn't fallen to its knees and started crawling towards us we may have never broken free of that horrid trance. As soon as we snapped back to reality we all rushed to grab our canteens, the blankets, anything we could find to quench the flames, to smother the screams. Eventually the fire died but his screams kept on and on he kept yelling at us all to "MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE JUST MAKE IT END!" We didn't know what we could do the fire was out and we were too young to have any kind of medical knowledge. Finally I said " we just have to find an adult and they'll get help". My broter seemed to agree with me but then Denis, the oldest of us remaining kids and the smartest of us said "we can't do anything to help him here and we're miles away from any hospital the adults could help but we can't do anything for his pain right now". Mac kept screaming "IT HURTS FUCK MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP HURTING". That was when we saw what he was pointing at. The stone was large about the size of a turkey and fairly heavy even for an adult to lift. We all sort of just looked at each other knowing what he meant but not wanting to admit it. Sobbing as terrified as we all were, Denis looked at Mac and asked him "are you sure?" A mess of burnt flesh covered in a membrane of melted plastic looked back at Denis, at all of us eyes it's eyes filled with agony with a gasp of wretched lungs the mass cried “pppllleeeaaassseee” as it pointed once more at the stone and nodded. With that Denis my brother and I all grabbed the stone a burden heavier than any other I've ever known and one that none of us could ever hope to carry on our own. We lifted it above what was left of a face and as Mac closed his eyes we let gravity do the rest. With a sickening thud the screams had finally died only to be replaced with the sounds of more sobbing, retching the roaring crackle of a once meager fire and soon a distant siren much too late. That's the story of why the smell of pork makes me gag to this day, why I only ever wear cotton no matter how hot it gets in these Florida summers and why I'll never ever gaslight a fire. Ps. I'm placing a bear trap that someone's gonna think oop there goes gravity at the snap back to reality part.

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Can’t wait for these ep! Also one time during a camp out with dad event in elementary time. Me and my dad got everything prepared come to find out people where bring the whole village and RVs to the school lot. Needless to say we woke up around 4am bc my dad kept complaining about his back on the air mattress and we headed home😂

I went camping with a couple of my cousins a couple years ago, and while one of my cousins and i drove into town her brother called us freaking out about an animal stealing our food. When we got back he was hiding in the tent and refused to come out all because he saw a skunk come out of the woods and steal a hamburger bun

During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years of high school I was talking to a girl I had met in my student government class the semester before. It was the first time in my life that someone was into me, and as I was a dumb-as-rocks teenager in the throes of puberty, it didn’t concern me that she had a boyfriend. Her parents were strict in a traditional Latin American sense, so my only opportunities to see her were at school, which was not conducive to my romantic ambitions. That’s why when she invited me to go to a summer camp with her, saying no was out of the question. I remember that trailing road up the Pacific Coast Highway, watching the trees collect in denser patches, trapped in a seat on the bus behind her and her boyfriend. He had graduated a month prior and was going to a college upstate. I figured that’s why she was moving on to me. He wasn’t coming out to the camp originally, but had a last minute change of heart. I think it was one last adolescent hoorah before marching out into the real world. It was idyllic and serene in a coming-of-age movie kind of way. For two weeks I got to take a romp through the entire spectrum of human emotion (I think we all did). As a kid out there in the woods, misery and euphoria could be only an hour apart and no one would bat an eye. I remember holding her hand and looking up at the stars. It was a band of cosmic immaculance I had never seen before and would never see again. That’s the only memory I’ve been able to keep, other than the last night we were there, and the fear I’ve felt ever since. She had told me to sneak out and meet her at the bathrooms down near the entrance long after everyone had gone to sleep. I was able to slip out of my bunk and down the trail without being detected (I assume the counselors were too exhausted to notice or care after the two weeks they had just gone through). I can still feel the sting of the cold on my anxious, flushed face. The bathroom door was cracked, the light was on, and I could hear something inside. Something heavy, mechanical, and wet. I paused for just a moment, and where I should have walked away, instead I pushed the door open and saw it. Dear god, it was the creature.

One time I went camping with my brothers in the woods in the back of my moms house, was all familiar land been out there countless times so nothing to be scared of, or so we thought.. We were all in our tent, and we started to hear bobcats hissing and growling near our tent, we thought they’d go away if we were silent. We all ended up eventually falling asleep I got up in the middle of night to pee forgetting about the sounds of the bobcats in my sleepy stupor, I step outside to pee and there was 4 bobcats all around our fire pit sniffing it out and sleeping there. I screamed bloody murder and woke everyone up, the cats didn’t dart off but started growling again, so we all made a run for it back to the house while being chased by them, they stopped following us once we passed the wood line. Never went camping out there again

One time we went camping by the beach in Virginia and my uncle dressed up in a bear costume while we were asleep, stole all our food, and drove back home so we were left with no food.

My dad told a story to me and my sisters when we were pretty young (I was 7, sisters were 5 and 3). As we sat huddled in at the campfire he told us about the tree people. They were lanky, cannibals with unnaturally long limbs and incredible strength. They hid in the trees and never touched the ground. If they spotted people set up close enough to trees they would link arms to reach down in a chain and pick up tents, occupants and all. He asked if we'd ever seen something in the corner of our eye only to look and see nothing there, asserting that it was them. They were so fast that we would never directly observe them, we would literally never see our deaths coming. He had a handful of stories that terrified us. My older siblings would laugh about it but they had their share of scares while camping with him when they were young.

Just read "the Tailypo"

When I was little we went camping, and when we were all sleeping i woke up to something big walking around the tent. i havnt went camping since!

A stupid but also somewhat scary story. One time my best friend and I went camping and we had to use the bathroom at night and we used the buddy system and went to go to the camp bathrooms together so we wouldn’t get lost, but we ended up getting lost at night and it was super scary. We eventually found our way back to camp and when we woke up the next day we realized that we got lost right next to camp in a tiny little 20 square foot forested area. That was right next to our tent. It was both a funny story because of how stupid we felt that we couldn’t find our tent 20 feet away, but also terrifying that we got lost so easily. If we were out in the woods and not in an actual camping ground, we could have been in serious trouble!

I have eaten a suprising amount of pussy next to a fire 😎

I’ve never been out camping but the scariest thing ive ever experienced in “the woods” was when I was in SC visiting some friends. My friend was driving me through the backroads at 1 am and I was high in the passenger seat and she looks over at me and smiles and said “Watch this” and she turned off the lights and started speeding down the road until we got to the QT. I was terrified we were gonna hit a deer or something and my mom was gonna get a call that I was in the hospital halfway across the country. I am no longer in contact with said person 🫤

Had big cam outs with my extended family growing up, was always a blast. Of course the scary stories by the campfire were our favorite part. Classic ones like Hugo, the hook, and some from the scary stories to tell in the dark series. My favorite memory is that my cousins and I planned on leaving little stick figures made of twigs and string outside of our aunt’s tent. Exactly like the Blaire witch ones, we were very inspired. We made the secretly in our tent after we were sent to bed then snuck over and set them outside her tent. We woke up to similar stick figures outside of ours, she had thought to do the same thing and somehow walked right past the ones we left her. Pretty much everyone woke up to scary stick figures by their tents.

I just want to see you guys play gay chicken on a bus

During Dare camp, one of our bunk mates would not stop farting in her sleep all night. They were the loudest farts I've ever heard in my life, and it was like 12 girls in stacked bunks, and almost no one else could fall asleep because of the nonstop barrage of trumpet farts. She slept so peacefully. Same girl also purposefully lost her walkie talkie, which everyone had to carry for safety reasons, in the woods bc she wanted to see if slenderman would pick it up and she could talk to him. My favorite memory was a chorus of kids booing the camp leader and his acoustic guitar bc his singing sucked

I was on a mens camps trip for church and one of the guys from my school was sleeping in our tent. In the middle of the night he got up undid a lil of the tent flap and pissed ALL over tent and the sleeping bag I was in. I had to throw it outside and sleep on the ground after that 😭

Playing hide and seek as kids in the woods after dark, absolutely terrifying every time (and extremely dangerous now that I think about it) but so much fun. We’d always convince ourselves we saw a ghost or something, usually causing the entire group to disband and book it out of the woods before the game was done.

My dad got piss drunk one time, threw a half full bottle into the fire and almost blew himself up. Ah, good times.

There was something in the woods. Every time I turned to look at the trees, they shifted

Spent my childhood camping with the family. In honor of Hunter's story, one time I had diarrhea in my pants at the camp site and it dribbled out of the pant leg, everyone noticed and I rode my bike to the latrines, humiliated, ashamed and not sure what to do. I was 30 (nah like 8) It was really shitty

When I was a boyscout, I was telling a scary story at the campfire. I was very dramatic and animated during the telling, and at the climax of the tale I backed into a lantern and burned the hell out of my calf. I screamed at the top of my lungs and scared the soul out of my fellow scouts. It was legendary.

When I was really little we’d go camping with my dads best friend and his family. And me and one of the daughters were. Few years apart and when we were by the fire one night the dads decided to tell us scary stories and roll pine cones past us telling us they were animals coming for us, we screamed and ran and it was so fun! Our moms were mad because we would only sleep in the truck hahah

Just memories of suffering cause camping is a death sentence when you’re allergic to almost everything outside during the summer.

When I was 17 my aunt took me to this huge family camp event that her boyfriend's family was hosting. They rented out an acre or two and everyone pulled up in their RV's and camper vans. They would take their four-wheelers and go racing on the trail paths and have treasure hunts. One of his aunts made homemade moonshine- shhhh don't tell anybody- apple pie flavor. I was only allowed on shot but I kept sneaking more. I got pretty smashed and went for a four-wheel ride (I was Not driving), and about halfway through I jumped off the bike without the driver noticing. Idk how I didn't get hurt. But I went for a midnight stroll, casually drunk off my gourd, and I stumbled into an open field. It was in a huge clearing, big open starry sky, millions of fireflies, and a couple of blackberry bushes. I was eating blackberries and clumsily catching fireflies until a girl popped out of the treeline. She kinda just stared at me without saying anything. I figured she was probably just trying to suss me out so I waved at her really excitedly and yelled at her, asking if she wanted some berries. She fucking sprinted at me full speed. Like, one second just standing, next she was in full sprint. If I hadn't already popped a squat earlier I would've pissed my pants. I ran away, chucking berries behind me (???), but after I got back to the trail there was no one behind me. I never heard any footsteps or anything. I just wanted to share berries bro :( doomed yuri fr

When I was at my pal's property up in BFE, Montana in a metal shell camper, a thunder storm was going on all around my little metal box. I decided to lay down and wait it out, with a window cracked for the fresh rainy air. I fell quickly asleep until I woke at about 2:20AM. I heard something faint but heavy sounding moving around my camper, and sat there, unsure what I was listening to. A squirrel or something fell from a tree onto the roof of the camper which jumpscared me, but I was able to snicker after realizing what it was. Then, seconds later a thick twig snapped and I didn't want to laugh any more. In about a minute or two, within probably 5 to 10 feet of my camper, I heard a mountain lion make that cry that sounds like a screaming/crying grown woman and I swear to God if I wasn't constipated I would've Huntered all over myself, lads. I love Montana

Last time i went camping, we all ended up playing hide and seek in the woods, felt like i was hiding from jason from fridat 13th. Ended up being the first one, was hiding for a bit but got up after some time and circled back to the campsite and hid in my car. They couldnt find me but it was pretty scary being in the woods looking for people. Looking for your friends made it feel like blair witch.

I have three younger brothers and all of them were in Boy Scouts. I’m old so long before the Boy Scouts allowed girl participation, I was able to go camping with them because my stepdad was scout leader or pack leader or whatever the hell it’s called. Well, after I told the boys this big elaborate story about me being in a gang (hilarious), I commenced to absolutely convincing them that there was definitely a serial killer in the woods that specifically targets Boy Scouts camping in that area. It was beautiful. They were crying and asking why they would be brought there and I said it was because essentially they were expendable and the killer promised safety to the scout leaders if they willingly sacrificed the campers. Everyone cried heartily andI was banned from any future camping excursions. They got me back a few years later when they realized that their 6’ tall football and wrestling frames were almost more effective at kicking my 4’11” ass than the trauma that I undoubtedly inflicted on 12 little cherubs at camp one night in the 90s. 💕

This one time I shat myself in a tent and my dad got really mad at me

When I was a kid around 8 I used to live in the mountains of New York. My 6 people family was crammed in a hunting cabin designed for 3 people max. So it was natural to explore the woods to get some space. After I had finished school I went into the woods to find the “fort” my brothers and I had been building. I was too young to help much so I largely just moved old dead wood or cut down trees and leave them for my brothers to move. I was clearing brush with my dad machete when I heard a deep grunting sound. I stopped to listen and heard it again, but closer. I looked up the slope and saw a black mass coming down through the foliage toward me. My fight or flight kicked in and my little legs ran all the way down to the house; never once looking back. My mom was dismissive of an overactive mind and all but ignored me. The following day I sat on the porch with my parents, watching the rain. We saw two bear cubs wondering across a clearing; followed closely by a mama bear.

Used to dip big pinecones in Lake Michigan before tossing them in the fire pit! Very fun to watch the water bubble and smelled amazing

I love the story of this huge conglomerate of a man as a child where is grandfather like brutally murders his cat or dog or something like that right in front of them. One of my favorites

One time while camping my dad got really drunk and set my mom's skirt on fire....he was trying to light the illegal fireworks we bought

That sounds really gay u should read the entire script of brokeback mountain

I went camping by Myrtle Beach back when I was around nine or ten and woke up to my brother-in-law and step father placing a live sting ray on my forehead while I slept. Apparently they had found it amusing to go fishing at 1:00am and remind me that I missed out on the adventure. I now dislike fish as whenever I see one look at me I feel immense fear.

Oh shit they’re gonna do a little scratch and sniff

Any of the entries from scary stories to tell in the dark (think there was 3 books total). Those were so creepy when I was like 10. Still fun though!

I remember when I was like 5 or 6, me my siblings went for a walk during a camping trip and I guess we got lost because they went off trail to smoke weed or something. We ended up getting lost for like 5 hours or something like that. I remember getting back and my mom was crying but I just remembered having fun being in the woods. Also I think I remember seeing a random disheveled canoe. For the longest time I thought it was just a dream until I brought it up to my mom and she was surprised I remembered that

Read the where's my toe story from scary stories to tell in the dark! I got my kids so hard with that one ! Lol

Around 9 or 10yo I went camping with a couple friends. My dad and my friend’s dad were with us and had their own tent and we had ours. At one point my two friends started screaming at our tent so I ran over to see a fat ass beetle had invaded our tent. I wasn’t terrified of bugs at this point so I smashed it with my lil yellow plastic Coleman lantern. Something starts wriggling out of the beetle’s ass, like a living thread. My heart dropped into my ass. I’d learned about these things from Animal Planet’s The Most Xtreme (my favorite show at the time) not long before. It was a fucking PARASITE. It was hopping ship now that its host was dead. I lost *my* mind then and demolished that parasitic sonofabitch with my Coleman lantern. My friends made the dads extract the dead parasite and its husk of a host from our tent with tissues because I was too traumatized to be the Bug Killer anymore. That was the beginning of the end for my bug special interest. I’m still cool with spiders though because they mind their fuckin business and I respect that

First time ever going camping with my dad, i was like mabye 14, 15, we went out to the middle of nowhere. Upper peninsula michigan we took a boat down a river and found a spot to clear on the edge of the river. Again the only two people for miles. 2nd morning we wake up to heavy foot falls around the tent. They went around one way would stop by the windows (the like little mesh ones on the tent the flaps were closed so couldent see in or out) then you could hear them go around again i have no idea how long this went on for, mabye around 10 minutes felt like longer. My dad finaly had enough collected himself and armed himself and quickly unzipped the door to confront whatever was out there and, There was nothing, the foot steps stopped as soon as he unzipped the door. It had rained all night so the ground was muddy there wasent a single print no animal or human. To this day we have no idea what that was but we still tell the story at partys and gatherings.

Fond memories of a little scratch and sniffin with the boys after a little to much to drink…

Back when i was around 7 or 8 me, my sibling, and my dad went out camping with a friend of his for a full weekend. A few hours after we had set up the RV opened all the windows and the little roof hatch thing it started to drizzle. We started to close everything up except for the roof hatch which was stuck or broken open i guess because next thing you knew i was told to climb up the RV and close the hatch from above. Looking back it wasn’t as scary as it seemed but i swear i was on the highest peak on the world at the time. And right when i got on the roof the rain started hammering down so that significantly added to my fears. I still remember trying to reach the top step of the ladder while dangling my feet off of the back of the RV scared absolutely to death. Good times good times

My friends and I were being complete morons in the most extensive way possible, properly dull. I have a friend whose dad did at home dialysis, so they just had cardboard boxes upon cardboard boxes, literally having a room where the boxes just went up to the ceiling. One day she needed to break down a bunch of old wood from when their kitchen was fixed up a bit (thing like cabinet doors and old drawers), so she decided what better way to get rid of them than a bonfire, and what better materials to keep it going than all the empty boxes! There were I think 8 of us in total with a huge fire, at one point we did the totally idiotic thing of pouring gasoline on it and the flames went so high they were nearly touching the trees. We were all drunk and kept pretending we were gonna fall into the pit and also pretended to push some people. It was completely idiotic and dangerous we could’ve ended up with a bunch of burning trees and/or someone coming out of it with horrible injuries, but sometimes I miss being that stupid and free

The hidebehind legend is a good one

I was walking along a trail on my property when I heard a rustling to my left. I looked but i didn’t see anything, a little while later I heard it again to my left. And this time I stopped and stood on the trail for a little while until all of a sudden what looked like a pitch black shadow came out of the brush, down the trail, and over a creek about 100 yards in front of me. Never seen anything like it there again. The bank of the creek in question was about 3 feet deep and about the same length across and the brush alongside it was thick at the time. I’ve always joked that it was a black panther because my uncle used to claim he saw one on his property years ago.

PLEASE look up a FisherCat scream. I am traumatized.

On an ideal full moon night, I woke up desperately needing to pee. Not-ideally, the single ply wood outhouse was on the other side of the hill (probably 300ft away in reality). I begged my dad to get up and walk me there because I was scared— without a word, he put a buck knife in my hand, then turned over in his cot. I’m peeking around the tent flap like I’m a cop clearing a crack house. No flashlight, just the moon. I make a run for the outhouse, every few yards cupping my crotch to prevent a rocket of piss from escaping. I make it halfway before I hear the shrillest baby-like cry I’ve ever heard in my life. It’s so loud, the screech echoes in the woods for seconds after. It happens again, the high-pitched scream bounding off the standing rocks. I drop to the ground like a marine in nam, scurrying on my hands and feet to the nearest tree. I can’t tell which the direction the screams are coming from. Tears are welling in my eyes I’m petrified. The outhouse turns into a non-option, I can’t risk going any farther. I pop a squat, drop the pants, and Immediately start fear-pissing. The backs of my calves are covered in piss. I barely pull my pants up before I’m sprinting Mach 10 back to the tent, shaking my dad awake with wet hands. We were deep in the woods in Virginia, and I had unmonitored internet access, so at this point my mind is running wild. It ended up being a fisher-cat, and I was 8.

I was digging a ditch in the middle of summer making rocks into small rocks for the ditch while being surrounded by trees. it was a good summer.

Something LONG and CAMPY again like tales from gas station ect

Oh so they’re just copying Too Many Spirits now okay /j

Yeah I remember camping and hearing a bunch of screaming from this old guy and his fat kid. I watched him throw the kid’s sick yugioh merch into a fire and it stank to high hell. Wonder what that kid is doing now.

This is my dads story- one year my grandpa left a book in the hunting blind for my dad to read. It was about the murder of two hunters in Mayo Michigan. The same town the family hunting cabin is located. It’s a true case. Two hunters went missing. They heads were smashed in with baseball bats. The men who did it were so feared in the town that people were too scared to come forward with information. The hunter’s body’s were never found. Some say they were fed to pigs. I met the officer who wrote the book and investigated the case. Super awesome dude. Feel bad for my dad for reading that while hunting though. My grandfather has a sick sense of humor

Once at summer camp when I was 16, my counselors told the Red Light story. They swore up and down that it was all true. Three of the counselors had taken their cabins of young kids, around 8 to 10 years old out for a camping night away from the camp grounds itself. So it was a ton of kids, supervised by three adults and three high schoolers (each counselor had a jr counselor). Already sort of high stress, but it wasn’t very far from camp so no one was too worried. That night, once the kids are all asleep and the adults are shooting the shit at the campfire, one of them sees a blinking red light out in the distance. They don’t go bounding off to see what it is or anything, but it’s kind of weird so they keep an eye on it. Later, once they put out the fire and are going down to rest, they hear stomping all around the campsite, like a bear or a big guy was walking around. One of the counselors telling the story, Scorch, (they all had code names, camp tradition) who’s already a really tall muscular guy, says he’s the one who unzipped the tent to see what’s up, because at this point, they’re obviously afraid for the kids. He goes out with a flashlight, but doesn’t see anyone, though he still hears the stomping. What he does see is that red light from earlier, but now in the dark he can see it’s way high up in a tree. When he walks up, he sees that the this huge old pine tree had all the bark stripped from it, as far as his flashlight can reach. Completely bare wood. He gets freaked out by this because it’s completely smooth, not like a bear or even a human would do, and goes back to the campsite, wakes everyone up. The kids are all piled into one tent for safety and they radio in to camp and tell them everything going down, there might be a bear etc. Camp tells them that they just heard from the police that there’s an escaped convict in the area, and that they should come back to camp NOW. So they pack up the necessities and make the hour long hike back to camp, leaving the tents up and everything. All the counselors and jr counselors are on edge and the kids are all sleepy and largely unaware of why they’re going for a midnight walk. The stomping follows them for a bit, and they see more stripped trees that they try to distract the kids from not seeing, but in all they make it home safe to camp and call everyone’s parents in the morning. Typing it now, I don’t think I’ve been very faithful to my counselor’s story. I hardly remember the finer details. But what stuck with me was the genuine fear the counselors all regarded the story with, the absolute dread of not only some faceless threat, but having to step into the role of protecting all those kids as such a young age themselves.

Used to be in girl scouts, we would take trips to whatever random sponsored building we could, so one time we ended up in like a barely used old church(?) or maybe a community center. We had sleeping bags in the auditorium that had a theater/stage so it was super empty and echo-y. My friends and fellow scouts told us all a story about baby bonnet which was just a shaken baby that had risen from the dead to slay it’s homicidal mother in an act of revenge. One of my friends moms came back to the “camp site” at like midnight and scared the bejeezus out of me opening the door

I miss camping

When I was 7, my extended family hosted a big camping reunion somewhere in Colorado. I was a hardcore Bigfoot believer and I spent many of the days trying to convince my 3 older, more cynical cousins from the east coast to go Bigfoot hunting with me (this was their first and only impression of me.) Of course, being preteens, they had better stuff to do, but I must have been so obnoxious about it that they decided to put a final stop to it. Around the dining table of their RV, the girls told me about how, back home, they had a close encounter with a Bigfoot. They observed it standing outside their RV (the very same one we were inside) and peeking through the windows all night long. Once or twice, it jiggled the door handle, which was thankfully locked. This harrowing experience had given them more than enough Bigfoot for a lifetime, they explained, and so could I please stop talking about it? I ate this story up. I was in the middle of grilling them with more questions about the Bigfoot (how tall was he? What color were his eyes? Did they glow red?) when their father/my uncle opened the trailer door. With the story still fresh in our minds, everyone screamed bloody murder until we recognized who it was at the door. We gave him a pretty bad fright too: he told us he’d assumed nobody was in the RV. The next morning, at least one neighboring camper came over to ask our family if everybody was alright, because they’d heard some awful screaming last night from our direction.

One time my cousin left me alone in a cave in Arizona (the cave was out in a woodsy area, so it counts). He also left with our only working flashlight, so I was basically meditating in total darkness for like 10 minutes. It was a great time, honestly. To be clear, he didn't leave the cave, he just went on further inside the cave without me because I was not wearing the right shoes at all. Also like a few days prior we relistened to Ted the Caver so I tried not to think about that too much. Anyway! Shout out to Joshua, he a real one.

I use to have have campfires in a massive fire pit at my dad's years ago during summer break with my buddy's at night one of theses time me and two of my buddy's were rolling deep listening to seether at like 2 in the morning and I always use to fuck with those two about how the massive field followed by endlessly stretching forest was haunted or had monsters in it etc. as I was quite drunkenly telling some spooky thing I was pulling out of thin air we all heard this yelp/scream in the distance just load enough to break through me and fake it playing on the speaker. Thinking I just managed to will some godless horror into existence as some cruel jest for my story's I was shitting my pants but I tried to roll with it and turned the music off as we all started to listen with nothing but the crackle of our fire and our white claws shaking in our hands. We hear nothing for about 1-2 min so we all start to calm back down and start to nervous laugh then maybe 10 feet from the fire just barley on the edge of the field we're having the fire next to was this ear splitting scream like a small kid or woman. I not a fast person at all and both of my buddy's are on the lighter side of God damn huge but in that moment we did the 400 meter sprint back to my father's garage in less then ten seconds practically crying after a while of freaking out in the garage I grab my dad's binoculars and dye to the fire atill burning brightly I looked through the garage window to see what the hell that was again thinking my bullshit monster stories were made real I scanned the fire and the field line for 30 sec to see the monster a fox... Just walking around screaming at idk the fire? I felt so relieved that it wasn't some goblin or bog creature but also really stupid because it was just a fox my friends never seen that it was one and I've never told them so to this day they srill think we almost died and I will take this to my grave just don't tell them.

When I was young, my mom brought me and her friends kids camping on a well ran campground. One of those campgrounds that have a bunch of other people around and is fenced off from the actual wilderness. We were about to turn in for the night around a fire when my mom started to tell a ghost story. It was one of those ghost stories that involved the listener into doing something to make it scarier. The particulars are lost to me as it’s been well over 20 years since I’ve heard this but essentially it had the listeners blind folded rocking their arms back and forth like they were cradling a baby. The story goes into how a mother had died with her baby cradled in her arms trying to comfort it out in the woods. So by doing the cradle motion you are trying to sooth the ghost of the baby. And by doing this for an extended period of time your arms would get tired and it would FEEL like you are cradling a ghost. It was a really cool idea that I haven’t seen reincorporated into modern day campfire stories. Oh and then I told that story to my 4th grade teacher while she was pregnant and I wasn’t allowed to participate in story time again.

Story of the hide behind is freaky!

When I went to climb Baldy Mountain as a boyscout, I left the tent at like 1 in the morning to take a piss, and looked over at the bear bag hanging about 150 feet from where our tents were, and I can only describe what I saw as I think a bear? It was way too skinny though and looked like it was malnourished or something. I told my friend this, and he said the whole Wendigo story, which only freaked me out more.

I got attacked by wasps playing Minecraft once it wasn’t really a woods it was at a racing track so 🙂

When I was about 13 my family and another family we where friends with went camping near by this beach. The other family had two kids, the same age as me and my sister, The parents obviously and their 80 year old uncle. He had severe dementia or Alzheimer’s but used to be a scout leader so I’m guessing they thought he’d be fine. (Not that it’s makes sense to bring a senile old man into the wilderness but whatever). The campsite went across this pretty small hill with the toilets/showers being at the top and the place to pitch your tent and the car park being at the bottom. It was on the second night, for the most part the trip had been fine. Me and my sister got along fine with the other kids and got to have our own individual tents separate from our families. We had spent most of the day at a near by beach, came back to the campsite for burgers and sausages on the barbecue then the kids were sent to bed. It must have been about midnight, the nights that time of year were always lighter but even now I remember how dark the campsite was, being far from any streetlights or unnatural light. I needed a piss. So armed with only a flashlight and about 20 minutes of hyping myself I left my tent. Even before anything had actually happened I was scared to death. But I made the journey through the still night and arrived at the dingy toilets. After doing my business I stepped out of the toilets and maybe after a minute of walking I see him. The other family’s uncle, stood in the open campsite, staring up to the sky, naked from the waste down. I ran back to my parents tent and woke them up, they got the other family’s parents who ushered him back into his tent. We left the following morning.

My first thought seeing this made me think of the camping story hunter posted a while back with his dad.

Another camping story! In November this past year, me and my friend from the barn (we ride horses) had a sleepover in a tent right next to the stables. It had been raining and drops of water were falling on our tent in irregular intervals making a „phop” noise. We watched hereditary before going to sleep and I swear to you, when I was drifting off to sleep, the „phop” noises of the water drops turned into the clicking noise the girl made in hereditary. Not all of them, just every once in a while one of the drops would sound exactly like it. It was just enough to where I couldn’t completely blame it on my brain making it up since most of the sounds were still just water drops falling from the trees. It just happened sporadically and in different proximities to the tent. I spent the whole night in a half-asleep state, trying to discern the water noises from the clicking noises and doing my best to come up with an explanation for why some of the sounds were different…

YAY I’m excited! I have one camping related story. I went to visit my boyfriend in Japan last month and we went on a night walk to see the cherry blossoms near Nojima Shell Mound (Yokosuka area). There’s a civilian bomb shelter dug under a natural mountain which is supposedly haunted. Right next to it is a campsite. My boyfriend told me beforehand that someone committed suicide in the area, but didn’t say exactly where. As soon as we entered the camping area next to the bomb shelter I felt this extremely heavy atmosphere around us and felt like we weren’t alone. I told him about it and he double checked on the news where exactly the suicide happened and it was literally right where we stood. Nothing crazy happened other than that strange feeling, but it made me believe even more strongly in the theory that trauma and strong emotions linger in places where they occurred.

I was 12 or 13, from Minneapolis MN, my Great Uncle had well over a hundred acres of property up North. He had a ton of cows and hay, he fucked with me that he sold it to McDonald's. Around a mile out he had a hunting cabin. My 2 cousins, one about 9 (Dom) and the other about 14 (Colt), and I decided to spend the night there. They rode a four wheeler together and I rode a little 4 stroke dirt bike. At first we just played with airsoft guns. Not proud of it, but we all shot at some of the cows. When it started to get dark we went inside. We hung out talking, mostly about how we were going to beat Left for Dead 2, when we heard a roar. We were still for a bit and laughed it off, but as we kept talking we heard something moving across the cabin. Colt grabbed a gun and said it was just a bear. I could tell we all weren't sure. Then it screeched/roared. I ran out of the cabin and got on the dirt bike, my cousins weren't far behind. The moon was the only light, I just followed the trail, but there was something running behind. We all got back to the house and ran in, they told us it was just a weird bear.

I have one memory of a camp fire moment but all it was is my uncle touching me and made to put on a dress and wrestle naked

That’s so cool!! I used to go camping a lot as a kid with my godparents, they’d take me and my brother out to the local gun club at the same time so we could do some shooting (a rarity in the U.K.) we’d cook meals over a campfire, make hammocks, basically do a bunch of bushcraft. They had a long-haired Jack Russell named Harley who we’d feed sausages. My godparents are surprisingly quite goth, and despite that, they never used to spook me or my brother with scary stories. When I was camping with my mother however (RIP) it was a different story. We both loved horror, and when Slenderman became a thing I was autistically obsessed (I was about 17). We took a camping trip over a long weekend and came up with the idea to ‘play’ The Eight Pages. She went out into the woods to hide them, came back to let me know, and then I got to wait for five minutes whilst she hid again. The game started just before sundown, but it got dark quickly so I was terrified by the end of it. I had a flashlight so she could see where I was, but I remember getting so into it I was genuinely crying at the end. When we got back to the camp (where my siblings and step-dad were having a chill time) she made me the best hot chocolate I’d ever had.

That was a pretty good one if I remember correctly, it's called "I’m camping with a group of friends, for the first time, in the forest... The girl who left to get firewood is not the same girl who came back." https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/hr7tqf/im_camping_with_a_group_of_friends_for_the_first/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb3x&utm_name=mweb3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Oh god hunter make sure you shit before you go out there.

I have never really been "proper camping" so I'll just tell the story of the pumpkin man. At my Gran's house there was an orange light outside the front of the house and it would turn off around 9-10pm and so she'd say to my cousin and I when we were little that "If you guys stay up past 9pm, the pumpkin man will come for you and also tell on you" and that would've worked if I didn't have insomnia 😭‼️

"I Boarded a Midnight Train, and Now I'm Trapped in an Endless Nightmare". Day 4 🔘

A re read of the Showers would be cool by the campfire

I love this idea!! Don’t think I have any stories though… but if one comes to mind I’ll Wing it over

Oh shit am I the only one who told a serious one? Am I the class nerd?

Not a camping story, but remember going into the woods shortly after watching the Lord of the Rings as a kid, I live in the UK, literally around Moseley Bog, Sarhole Mill and the Shire Country Park, where Tolkien based the woods and the Shire on, and other parts of those books, I remember being freaked out staring down natural pathways in the forest thinking "oh shit if I stand here too long a fucking Wring Wraith is guna come charging down the path" or something to that effect. When Frodo shouts to get off the road is always scared me, I was like, 8/9 lol

Me and my friends were in Georgia on a trip. One night we wanted to build a fort so we went just off the road into the edge of the woods to chop some bamboo we had seen prior. It was pitch black on a steep incline and it would have looked like you gave 7 monkeys a four wheeler and hatchets. We chopped as much bamboo in as little time as possible and somehow got it all back up the road to the house. Safe to say, a fort was never built.

The first time I ever listened to creep cast(like 2 years ago), I was in the middle of making up 13.5 credits to graduate highschool and had to switch to an alternative learning school that had looser credit recovery restrictions. I was bored out of my mind procrastinating on homework in my first period class (teacher of that class ended up being a pedophile and got arrested on campus later that semester) looking for something other than music to listen to. Creep cast was recommended and I was like "creepy pastas yeahh I think I'm a little old for this" but I clicked it and saw wendigoon was in it (didn't know abt papa meat till that faithful day) my jaw dropped and I humbled myself and gave it a scan. What the hell is a Borrasca and why are there multiple parts? I listened to both parts the whole day while drawing chainsawman instead of making up credits and was so captivated and charmed. I thought there were 3 or even 4 people on the podcast because hunters voice acting was so good aided by external noises distracting me (this school is considered the special needs/delinquent school so there's always something happening in the halls) and I was sad because I thought they didn't include those other 2 Podcasters in the next episode lol. On my ride home we passed an abandoned mine head partially buried in the woods. I out loud shouted "HOLY SHIT BORRASCA". I live in a Midwest dried up mining town (Just like Drisking) so miners began to take their business to untapped lands and left this towering behemoth to rust and creak. It's now fenced, paved around, and secured by a gate that puts up a feeble fight to thin teenagers squeezing through. I say "Borrasca" quietly every time I've seen it since and sometimes me and a group of friends will get drunk and stumbled into the woods at night to go visit the big fucker. The whole site is only illuminated by one tall dim spot light. Angled to case the towers glory amongst the overgrowth. Its gaping basin near the top of the stucture houses giant flocks of strangely light colored pigeons. And if youre stupid enough to climb to the top, you can hoist yourself up and peer into the basin. The pigeons only ever seem to sit still in there. No pecking, no cooing, not even any walking or bobbing of the head. They just fly in, find their place, and wait patiently for the basin to be rang with a large stick or decent rock like a church bell. If you've ever stuck around long enough before being struck with nausea and a case of the spins like a frat party on coke. And you've had the main character syndrome enough to think you're invincible and the main character would never fall through rusted out chunks of stair 4 stories in the air. Then you've probably gambled your peacful nights full of sleep and rest away already, and you've bared witness to a bored God's spiteful prank. When rang, ever pigeon finds a partner closest to them and buries a sharp beak in the others neck. They begin latching and pulling, yanking downwards until the skin and feathers finally relent with a juicy pop, akin to a conference room, all attendees simultaneously cracking their sweaty knuckles over a sleek glass table. when the first bird to become fully nude finishes undressing the other, they forcefully drop their heads to the floor, making a thick wet "thunk" sound that crawls across the echoing rusted basin. The other bird latches its feet onto the remaining tuft of feathers, beak, and eyes making up the face, and start flailing and hopping while the prone bird flicks its head back to help dislodge the extremities. Once both are fully groomed and the beak and eyes are memories of what the dark fleshy cavities now represent. The neutered birds crawl and scuttle on squishy thin wings like baby bats to the edge of the basin. Without hesitation they plumet off the edge and connect with bright pavement, leaving goopy pink puddles on the cement. It sounds like a hundred wet towels being thrown one after the other against the siding of a house. After rolling around and processing the drop, the quickly scuttle limply into the brush surrounding the monolith and dont seem to stop until they're fully out of sight. If there is an odd amount of birds, the loner with bob to the middle of the basin and stare straight down at its feet until another pigeon joins and they then hold unbreakable eye contact untill the next ringing of the basin. Drunken delinquents, stoned teens, usually trying to impress a girl with their "love for nature and athleticism" and freshly 21 college students back home on break. If they don't break their necks climbing up or fall through the deceptive top stair, they could get off easy just seeig the bowling pin on chicken strips migration abomination. But please keep those that fell in and never came out in your thoughts and prayers. Their clothes are found, if they were lucky enough to have a companion to summon emergency services and if they didnt already run away upon hearing the fall risk's defeated screams, but not even 1 part belonging to a human body has been found inside to this day. The fire department hangs up the phone if you tell them your emergency is at the minehead now. The pitch black trail there just always feels like someone's watching and crickets, other birds, and even frogs never seem to chirp or croak let alone exist past the trail entrance. It's so disgustingly silent, like the kind you worry means theres a large wildcat stalking behind you, but ever so slightly different. It makes my skin want to shiver right off my bones. So if you never sleep another full night without high dose medications, or you come back to your dorm but your roommate never shows, and the events are tied to the Northern Midwest. You're beyond help.

My family went to Bass Lake every summer growing up and there was a story another family told us about a boy who went missing from our campground back in the 40s or 50s I think. His name was Elmer and every night people would call out for Elmer so he could find his way back. The story always scared me as a kid because I imagined if he’d somehow survived that long in the woods he’d be a feral old man lurking just past the tree line.

When I was younger doing RAs with my dad ( basically just a Christian boys group that my dad was a leader for ) we camped outside and very late I want to say around 3:47am I heard limbs breaking around our tent and I woke up my dad and he said probably just some of the other kids trying to scare you, I went out with my flashlight and in the woods it was like a guy with a long ass beard and he was just staring and then he started silently clapping his hands, and I turned around to tell my dad and he was gone and the next morning they couldn’t find any footprints

I remember going camping with my family once, I must've been about 14 at the time. We were out in the Australian outback near these mountains, rivers and waterfalls. Had a couple tents, a fire, a barbie and some beer that I had with my parents and brother. I forget the details, but I remember getting into an argument one evening. I followed this trail a good way out from camp where I stumbled upon these stairs descending into this hole in the ground. I went down and eventually found a maintenance tunnel leading to a cave which was blocked by the creepiest door I have ever seen. I ran back to my family, crying and apologizing for what I said. Never told them about the door. I went back recently to see if it was still there, and sure enough it was. Here's a link for anyone curious: https://www.reddit.com/r/EyeScream/comments/1pzgwpr/descent/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

Would be the best episode I fear

Stories by the campfire was what I originally wanted to do with The Shaman's Camp (forgive me for the plug). Inapired by creepcast. But I've been building a set all through the winter. Looking forward to the campfire episode!

I was riding 4 wheelers with my family one sunmer and I almost wrecked super hard because a fire ant got in my boxers and stung my testicle

One time I was walking back to my tent so late at night, it was so silent. Thats when I started hearing this strange sound whenever I stepped forward past the trees, no one could have been out here for atleast a few miles. Every step I heard a clapping sound, clap clap clap. I was horrorfied of what could possibly be making that sound perfectly in time with every step I took perfectly situated behind me. It was my ass cheeks.

I wonder if Hunter will poop his pants again

I was at my best friends house when I was about 13 and his dad let us have some beers, build a bonfire, and handed us a bunch of fireworks. Safe to say we learned a lot about fire safety that night

Used old furniture for firewood and no one didnt think to check the nightstand drawers for stuff. Had a few shotgun shells and bullets popoff in the fire

My most fond campfire memory was back around when COVID shutdowns were in full swing. I had a group of girl friends who suggested we all do a camping trip before we graduated high school later that month. It was late and we were just roasting marshmallows, drinking wine coolers, playing card games, and talking about what college would be like during those uncertain times. It’s a very innocent moment, but it’s one that I think back to years later.

Dont take shits uphill from camp... all ima say big dawg

My dad and I were sitting on the edge of a lake up in northern Idaho, and the sunset was the reddest I have ever seen, and it perfectly reflected off the water. We just sat there for hours talking and seeing who could spit sunflower seed shells the furthest

My uncle when he would get drunk by the campfire he'd always talk about cryptids or space

Nothing that interesting. Once when me and my dad went camping in Oklahoma we went on this hike which I don't think was an actual legitimate hike where my dad made me walk across a dam that had NO railings and I was petrified that I was going to fall off. Trying to walk across it on the way back, I got too scared and sat down and scooched the rest of my way across while my dad yelled at me from the other side. Different camping trip, same dad, we went on yet another hike we didn't mean to which was waaaaay longer than we thought and got lost. This was in backwoods Arkansas, the sun was almost gone and we finally came upon a road. Luckily an old man in a pickup truck drove by, picked us up, didn't murder us and took us back to where our car was parked. For reasons I don't remember, we stopped by way of the hunting camp the man was staying at where I remember a bunch of hunters were milling about and there were deer strung up, a slightly horrifying sight to my young, suburban eyes. The old man also then backed his truck up into a tree on the way out. Hard. Gave me whiplash. More good memories with papa!

When I was a young girl, my grandma would take me camping. One of our favorite spots was at the edge of the treeline just down the hill from her house. We'd had a fire going and a tent set up where we'd talked for hours. Eventually, she fell asleep while I laid next to her. The door of the tent wasn't far from the nearly dead fire. As I stared into the fire, I saw the figure of a woman step out of the woods and stop on the opposite side of the fire to me. Even all these years later, I still remember her looking at me for what felt like hours before she eventually disappeared with the fire's smoke. I was so scared that I didn't move the rest of the night.

One time my dad and my cousin scared me really bad and then that night I had to poop and I pooped in the tent

I went on a camping trip with my family and when I went to take a shower there was a mask in the ceiling facing me and I kept seeing it move with me. It scared me so bad I refused to use the bathroom and ended up just pissing my pants. I was like 14 too <\3

I tried shrooms for the first time while camping with my boyfriend and our two friends, K and L. L didn't take any to babysit us but K and BF decided to go look for sticks for a fire before the shrooms started to hit. They said they wouldn't go far from camp and we could hear them walking around the bushes for about 15min until it went quiet. L tried calling for them and looking but didn't want to leave me alone because the nausea was hitting me really bad. Another 15min pass and the nausea has finally left me but my stomach still hurt because neither BF nor K had come back. L tries texting K but he doesn't answer. I try texting my BF and all he sends is a picture of spilled Whales crackers on a hiking trail. An Hour has now passed and L has already left to look around the campsite and come up with nothing. I'm fully tripping at this point and it's not a great time. She finally gets through to K who answers like Why are you worried? We only been gone 15min? And was shocked when we informed them they'd been gone for an hour. It took them another 30-45 min to hike back to camp and they barely had a handful of sticks each. According to them they immediately forgot about the sticks and followed a couple paths and encountered horses before we started calling them. BF had blisters on his hands from holding a walking stick for so long and his phone was full of blurry pictures of moss. It's one we laugh about now but we haven't gone camping since.

Not a story during a camping trip but one I’d tell around the fire. This is something I have experienced, with little to no explanation as to what actually happened. I used to work at a boarding school, as overnight operations, basically I was a hired to be an adult in case there was an emergency, or the kids wanted to act foolish late night. The school occupied an old hotel, coined as one of the oldest buildings in our city, rumors from an older staff member claimed his mother worked their during the hotel’s early days and would be visited by Al Capone, he even stated he was tipped a dollar by Mr Capone for helping him with his luggage once, the man may have told stories, but I enjoy hearing old men talk, they speak wisdom and history, if you listen. Well this old man, we’ll call Marvin, never spoke of ghosts or haunting in this old hotel, as old men don’t often speak of foolish things. It was the younger staff members that talked of haunting things throughout the school. A door closing by itself down the hall, or things moved themselves in the nurses station, random noises throughout the night. Moments you could chalk up to an old a building, and students. To give an impression of the dorms, there were five wings, three were shut down, which if my memory serves were wings B, C, and E. The most unsettling was E Wing, I only walked through it once, and that was enough. Due to the humidity of our Southern State and closures during Covid, and an old building with old vents, E Wing molded, it molded bad and was closed off. With it being on the other side of the building, away from the other four, it was left untouched, with plans to fix and refurbish over the summer. The only time I explored E Wing, I felt dread, walking the dark mold covered hallways, even though the sun was gone I could feel the shadows moving, cracked doors hiding unseen things, I chose not to imagine, for I would not let my mind turn against me. Thankfully what happened didn’t happen in E Wing, it would take place in Wing A. The other four dorms were split two on the ground floor wings A and C with Wing A being occupied by the boys, and wings B and D on the second floor with Wing D being occupied by the girls. Anything that happened I could explained away easily with an excuse of an old building, ghost stories from other staff members, and paranoia of late nights and early mornings. Side note: wings A and B were on the east side, and C and D West side, with E wing taking up most of the south side of the building above the library and Rec room. There was one time, during Covid around winter break of 21’ a few of the boys tested positive and we had to quarantine them below the girls in C Wing, around 11pm I heard some of the boys shouting about a door opening and slamming. Against the protests of the other staff member on duty that night, (we’ll call him Tom) I ran down C Wing and checked on what the boys were claiming, they claimed someone was move through the halls, opening and slamming doors, I confirmed that all the boys were accounted for, and were in their respective rooms and wings. The only thing I couldn’t check was the girls dorm as there wasn’t a woman on staff that night, which became a frequently frustrating occurrence. This night did stand out to me as I couldn’t find an acceptable answer, only guesses as to which boy might be messing around, but most of the troublemakers were away for the break. Now, one night after winter break was over I think we were in the middle of February for 22’ Covid had calmed down a bit and now there sixteen boys, all now staying in Wing A. Halfway down the hallway splitting the rooms by twelve and eight, there was a large bathroom with showers and lockers and just past a supply closet across from an office, it turned right, with toilets and urinals, followed by showers and lockers. A typical high school bathroom. On this particular night, it was just myself and Tom, our schedules ran would run about ten, ten-thirty at night until about eight or nine in the morning. It was late night or early morning depending on how you looked at it, about three-thirty or four, a school night, which means I had to be more strict against antics from the boys. Anyways, I started hearing a slow ball bouncing coming from the bathrooms of Wing A, and slowly started hearing boys talking and shouting. So I went to check on them and give out write ups to the ones who were causing the trouble. The noise growing louder. I wanted to get into the bathroom knowing exactly which one of the boys were up, so I checked the rooms first, I went by the first couple and found the boys asleep and accounted for, I moved onto the next couple of rooms closer to the bathroom, the noises getting louder, the dribbling of basketballs, laughing, shouting. I kept moving down the hallway, flashlight on the floor, cracking the doors and counting the kids. After I confirmed the first occupied eight rooms, I walked past the bathrooms, relieved none of the boys near the bathrooms were woken up. As I passed the bathrooms, unease set in, and I started moving faster, maybe the shadows were darker down here. But I had narrowed it down to which boys it might be, I checked each room, and accounted for each boy room by room, until I got to the last dorm, opening the door and both boys sound asleep. My stomach dropped, I sprinted towards the bathroom, turning the corner, past the utility closet, who was in there? Who the hell was in there? I left Tom at the front desk. Could it be one of the boys I had already passed, no the noise had been going on still, maybe a speaker, or a group of the girls snuck down here as a joke, or worse an intruder. My mind running with threats and explanations, I ran grabbed the wall swinging right, I crossed the threshold into the bathroom, and silence. I stopped so abruptly, I tried to step z, against the command my mind was screaming to my body I slowly turned and nothing, but an empty bathroom and the only eyes being mine in the mirrors, now I had to walk out of the hell my mind crafted. Slowly one step at a time, my blood cold with fear. There the threshold stood, with malice. Could I step through it, would I be the same, controlling my breath, I stepped up to the gateway from my Hell, and stepping forward with held breath and a hammering heart, nothing, just nothing. I made it back to the front desk and woke up the dozing Tom, I cleared the occupied and unoccupied together. He said he hadn’t heard anything, when I asked without betraying whatever happened, only that I was shook. I took the next few hours of my shift, watching down that hallway to Wing A, and I could feel something watching back, at daybreak, I told Tom I was leaving early, I only stayed another couple months, I had convinced myself it had to be a prank, or a waking dream, I won’t work night shifts anymore. Now, even though I’ve said it’s nothing, hell I might believe it sometimes, but then I’ll enter a room filled with that heavy silence, full of an empty warmth, and I feel those eyes on me, eyes I’ve never seen, from things I’ve only heard.

I took a little walk down this trail one night while camping, cuz I had to take a lil shit, and while I was walking I heard a “crunch, crunch, crunch” and when I turned around, it was a MASSIVE, and I mean HUGE, pair of Isaiah’s lips, just floating in mid air. Scared the shit out of me.

When I was a younger teen, my family went camping. We took the camper like we usually did but I decided to sleep in a tent. I woke up to something shaking my tent. It was the creature. When I realized it was a bunch of cows I just stayed still and didn’t move because I was terrified of cows. This fear of cows was instilled when I was helping my great uncle calve one time and when separating a calf and cow we were chase by the whole herd. I was on my own horse and kept a safe distance, but I did not like that shit.

I have an Uncle who’s a pretty well known biologist/wilderness explorer who did a 1,000 mile solo trip through the Cordillera (in 1982). He’s written many books about his travels and would talk about his experiences with bear/cougar attacks while on horseback. But his scariest and most infamous story is being hunted and stalked by Bigfoot. Growing up My mom and aunties had said he told the story to them and a group of other high school kids around a campfire and it was so scary they all went home crying. Me and my cousins would beg for him to tell us and he never would. Finally, after 20 years he told me and my cousins the story while we were camping on a beach for a fishing trip. Coolest memory ever. (His name is Stan Walchuk Jr if anyone’s interested)

When I was around 10 me and my family were camping down by the river and my uncle who is a mortician told us some spooky stories of scenes he had stumbled on like bodies that had been decomposing for weeks and some spiritual experiences he had with some certain cases that involved people he had known while they were alive. Really spooked me out

My dad lifted me over his head and showed me the stars on a camping trip and told me how much he loved me. We have a turbulent relationship but it’s a fond memory I look back on often. He also in retrospect reeked of weed and I thought that was just the smell of nature 😭

When I was younger, one time in Boy Scouts we went winter camping Ohio. My buddy and I instead of putting up a tent I thought to build a hammock in between four trees. The thing is, I didn’t have a hammock so we built a hammock with a tarp stretched as hard as we could at all four corners. Very long story short, we were warmer cause we weren’t on on the ground. However my buddy didn’t have socks on for what ever reason, and just about froze to death. I gave him my socks to wear to warm up and we now laugh about it😂

When I was dating my ex, she texted me that she was pregnant with another mans kid while I was sitting around the fire with the boys. We got very very drunk that night

Arguably my first experience hearing a story that scared me so bad I couldn't sleep. My dad and uncle made up a story about a Native American who vengefully killed anyone that tread upon his ancestor's land. That man's name... Was Crazy Joe. It might be prudent to mention noe that I was like 4 or 5.

Last time I went camping was my 20 th birthday. I just had a baby three months earlier. A friend was going with 4 of her kids + my mom, so i figured i had plenty of support if i needed it. More context: i have t1d and was a single parent. Packing my supplies and for a whole baby is stressful. I ended up leaving our entire bag of clothes and extra blankets/supplies at home :) So no :)

I went camping in a boy scout troop in middle school. Id been many times in small groups, but this was a huge event, and every troop in the region was joining up to go together. It was like burning man for boy scouts. Anyway, I set my tent up the first day of the weekend and our "eagle scout" guy came up to me and said "hey I need your tent." I had just done all the work setting it up so I asked him why, and he said it was because he was older and needed to be closer to the adults (no idea why that would make sense). So he agrees to set up our tent. I trusted the high school boy scout could set up a tent and didn't check it. Long story short, it thunderstormed that night and my friend and I were in a shitty tent that immediately flooded in our sleep. We woke up soaking wet, and pissed. All the clothes we had were also in the tent, and also soaked. I called my mom eight times at 3 in the morning to no answer, so we stayed up the rest of the night getting rained on. It finally stopped and we built a fire with some other guys that must have had wood stored in their tents that didnt get flooded. I decided for revenge I would empty a bottle of Mello Yellow I had bought earlier and piss in it, then tighten it back up and sneak it into their tent before they woke up. It was around 5 am. My friend who I didnt know was in that tent ended up drinking it instead of the high schooler. I still laughed my ass off because that bastard betrayed me and took my tent too. I feel the need to disclose that I am thirty years old and still think about this once a week.

I went camping for the first time about 5 years ago with some friends who are experienced campers. I went to take a leak and left the campfire and walked a distance away to a tree on the edge of the forest. I was looking up while walking, I had never seen the moon and stars so bright in the sky and I was admiring the brightness all the way out here in the wilderness that I wasn't watching ahead of me. Suddenly, I heard my buddy hurry behind me and he quickly whispered to me not to move. He pulled me back aggressively while he and my other friends quickly rushed us all into the car. We waited until we could see it, there was a bear approaching us. At first I thought it was kinda small and not a threat but then it took a few seconds to hit me that a baby bear meant a mama bear was close by and I tensed up. My buddy however sighed in relief as it walked up closer to us. Upon a closer look, It wasn't an adult nor a baby just an yearling bear that had probably recently outgrown it's mama. We waited in the car until it walked away as it lost interest and I eventually got to pee. That being said, while it was really annoying to have to hold in my pee it was also really cool to see Hunter up close in person. I took some satisfaction in that not long after he left I heard a trap go off and heard him moan in pain, but that didn't last for too long though for he was soon taken by the creature.

(2/2) I am walking back to the tent. It is early summer and its not very busy. I dont see anyone else on the trail bit after every step I take, I hear an echo behind me. I was being followed!!! I was scared and I started crying. Note: i lost track of time but at this point it was probably around 7 or 8 at night. Its hard to recall this part, because as you can guess, I was starting to vividly hallucinate an owl following me and footsteps behind me. I was scared shitless. I finally get to the camp. My mother is passed out and unresponsive in the tent. There is no cell service because its in the southern adirondacks and of course theres no service. I call my dad to pick me up. My father had been dead for two years at this point. but I cried and because my aunt lived near the lake, I decided to walk to her house. I forgot what happened but I woke up at my aunts house eight miles away. My aunt was livid and when she drove me to the camp ground to give my mother what for, my mom was still passed out in the tent and had no idea I had ever left or been in trouble. The scariest thing is to this day, despite telling my mother what happened, she still won't understand why I'll never go camping again. Dont be an alcoholic, or if youre going to be an alcoholic, maybe dont have kids.

(1/2)I have a really scary one! When I was 16 I went camping with my mother. As background, I have chronic migraines and as a teenager my migraines were deliberating and I found it difficult to control them even with strong medication. So Id periodically be using different rescue meds and I frequently would have to record any side effects. This day, I had a terrible migraine after a long day of biking and swimming and I took a new rescue med. It did not work. I complained to my mom who offered me a shot of vodka and said it would make my medicine work more. Being a teenager, I did that because i was a child and I trusted my mom to have my best interest in mind. I then continued to go on a short hike because it was starting to get dark and thought walking would help. I get really dizzy and it starts raining. I start hearing something come from behind me. My vision is blurry. It is now thundering outside. I go to hide behind a stump. I am next to a lake. I am convinced there is an owl watching me. I think I should go back to the tent and ask my mom for help. Also I was getting wet and it was lightning andi didnt want to be near the lake.

this is peak setting for a good horror story, soooo many fond memories by a campfire

This is going to be a hard story to swallow, but the whole thing’s true. When I was fifteen and just starting to write, one of my very first short stories was about a long-neglected well in the middle of the woods. This well supposedly served as a gateway to hell, everything that went near it was cursed, yadda yadda yadda, you get the idea. Here’s the wild part: about two years later, I was deer hunting on the north edge of our property, where the brush is impossibly thick and practically nobody ventures into, when I found it: the well from my own story, twenty feet away and no wider in diameter than a watermelon. It was basically a hole in the ground, but when I got closer and peered inside, I could make out several feet of old stone bricks disappearing into a pool of black water. I remember not feeling scared, really, just—I don’t know—indecent, I guess? Like I was looking at something I wasn’t supposed to, and someone was about to catch me. Anyways, I got out of there, and only went back once with my dad to cover the hole with a pallet and tarp, but that well is still there. I live on the farm now, on a high ridge overlooking a pond and surrounded by beautiful trees. Every now and then, though, I’ll think about that well: down the ridge line, past the north pasture and the groves of oak and maple trees, across two fence rows, to the place where the poison oak and cedar saplings and rosebushes grow with wild abandon. In all that growth, there’s something that should only exist in a story I wrote as a kid, and the fact that it doesn’t really freaks me out some nights.

The funniest trip to woods was when my family, and I was going to the lake, everything was set up, but as we got ready to head to the lake my uncle found drugs near the path, due to him being on parole not wanting to risk it we all left. Scariest moment was near the woods as a child I was watering down the fire, my grandma went to go to the barn, and without the fire it was dark out, as it dimmed I heard footsteps coming closer to me fast in the woods, I ran back to grandma, and whatever it was, did not come out. I think it was a person, mainly cause we had a bunch of instances of people or at least a person messing with our barn.

We used to camp out on my grandparents’ land along the river, around 25 acres in rural Georgia. We’re a poor family, so it was just tents, blankets, and a whole lot of heat and mosquitoes. I was 9 and went out to pee in the middle of the night and I swore I saw a young boy on the other side of the river, back turned to me, with a red shirt and gray shorts. He seemed like he was about 12, around the age my uncle died on this same property in a house fire before my dad was born. This is all true, but I really believe I was half asleep and was seeing things. Still one of the few memories I have of before I was ten. I became conscious late lol

One time as a kid I ate a lot of jello cups back to back while camping with my brother and dad and I threw up so much. I can’t eat jello anymore

Could've been kidnapped. I think I was 10 or so and I was out with a group in a forest preserve. There were some cabins and I was told never to visit one, located far from our own spot. Supposedly haunted. At night, I used a flashlight tag game as an opportunity to check it out... alone. Went there, discovered nothing, but a lone man walked up to me and asked if I was lost. Wasn't staff. He chatted with me and directed me back to my cabin. Don't think I ever saw him again. The people I were with were about to call for a missing person and I was just innocently confused why they were worried.

I went camping with my cousin in his uncle's woods behind his house to hunt for bigfoot. He said he saw, in the dark a large black creature on all fours looking at him. Found out later that he lied about it (we were kids back then and he did that kind of thing a lot). I remember it scaring us the rest of the night.

went camping with 3 friends when i was around 14. All 4 of us shared a tent when one of them heard a rustling noise from outside. We went to check it out and it was this weird guy who was trying to steal our food. My friend shouted on her mum (who was at the fire), she then proceeded to chase the guy with the hatchet we used to chop the wood. Absolutely terrifying at the time, but funny to look back on now because my friends mum is genuinely 5ft tall, so seeing her chase after this maybe 6ft man was so funny

When I was 8 or 9, we used to camp in my uncles backyard that bordered the woods. We used to daisy chain extension cords together so we could watch Tales from the Crypt in our tent on my uncles portable CTV. One night after a particularly spooky episode and in the middle of the night, my dad tried to spook us by pressing his face on the side of the tent. My oldest cousin was so freaked out he jumped up and punched my dad in the nose, breaking it. My favorite camping story by far

Not camping, but rented an Airbnb in the woods, watched a couple slashers and then realized all the doors were glass doors

Not joking a couple weeks ago I went camping with my dad, and I woke up in the middle of the night hearing some thing that sounded just like Hunter’s bear trap noise😭 there’s no bears in my area so I ended up freaking out and convincing myself it was a cougar. The next morning I kept hearing the noise and I’m pretty sure it’s some weird bird. It was fucked up so thanks for that lol

No memories camping, either I didn't do it or just blocked out what happened if I did 👀

I was glamping on a semi-remote island in one of its more obscure locations, deep in its woods with my father and sibling. Everything was just find and dandy until night fell—the woods were pitch black and not a single other fire in sight. More importantly, the private outhouse was easily 2-300 ft away from the tent. So it’s around 11 late at night, and I really need to go—I’m around 13 at this time with a smaller bladder. I swear to god, as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom after having done my business, something was crawling up the backside of the outhouse and onto the roof, watching me. Whatever it was had to be larger in my mind too, since the outhouse’s backside was positioned as a wall face for a sheer drop and only something so big and powerful could use its claws to climb and retain stamina. I sprinted like a madman back to the tent, tumbling on tree roots blocking the way. If there were noises, I couldn’t hear them. Blood and the squawk of cicadas too loud while ricocheting through my head. After that ordeal, I swiftly almost blew my entire family up after getting in the tent and starting a fire with the furnace I had just set my lantern onto

When I was 8 years old my uncle, his wife and their two kids took me on a camping trip in Tennessee. And i remember driving through the woods and thinking to myself what an odd place to live in. As we traveled deeper into the state, around 6 p.m we stopped to grab dinner at an old diner in the middle of nowhere. So after we ate we continued back on the road and when we finally made it to our camping spot, we unloaded everything and got to gathering firewood and pine needles. And around 12am we got in our tents and went to sleep. I woke up to this very strange noise, not an animal noise or anything i can describe except somewhere along the lines of a southern but soft voice almost like a baby from Knoxville or something. And when i went outside to investigate all I saw was a HUMONGOUS pair of lips holding a gun and wearing an Hawaiian shirt . And all it kept saying was “as an Appalachian Youth Pastor from Appalachia all I can say is Appalachia is very Appalachian.”

Didnt happen to me but I love this story from my dad (i was sick so i couldnt go on the camping trip and he isnt one to make up ghost stories) He was camping in Western North Carolina, at Wilson’s creek, and he woke up at about 2 am with no disturbance. It was pitch black in the valley where he and some buddies were hammock camping, he couldnt see his hand 2 inches from his face. He went back to sleep for a while and woke up again to the area being slightly illuminated. When he looked out of his hammock he saw an old timey miner with a lantern and pickaxe holding up his rainfly looking at him. Not only that but there were 2 other of these miners looking at his buddies in the same way along with a few others standing near the fire pit they had made. He was too scared to make any noise and grabbed his pistol and flash light for a sense of security and when he blinked they all vanished and so did the light. He did a scan with the flash light and there was no one there. Always freaked me out, but never put a damper on my love of camping (if anything it fueled my love of Appalachian ghost/horror stories)

Watched The Ritual before a camping trip to scare each other in college. Worst idea ever 😭😭

Not exactly camping but, i remember being out in the woods as a kid with my family. We were visiting extended family and they lived up in the more mountainous region of California. Since they lived by an opening in the woods we decided to do a short trek, and eventually we came upon a sat of rails. We followed the rails and after a while we came across an abandoned shed. It was covered in graffiti and looked liked it hadn't been maintained for decades, overgrowths all over the place. My dad suddenly put his hand up in a stopping gesture and quickly told us to be quiet because he had heard something. There was a small window with bars on the frame, but the window itself had a small hole. I asked my cousin to give me a boost so i could look inside and he did. I'll never forget what i saw in through that window. It was a humanoid creature with what appeared to be a wafflehouse t-shirt, shaggy hair, and the most massive disgusting, chapped, pair of lips i'd ever seen. It's lips were easily ran the length of the creatures hieght, about 5 feet. The being itself was hunchedback because of the utter mass of the red lips it bore. You couldn't even see if it had any teeth. It was speaking into a videocamera, and the only sentence i heard it mutter contained the words "Kennedy assassination". What happened next still sends shivers down my spine. It noticed me. It shot a look at me with its beady black eyes, and i was so shocked i fell of my cousins knees boosting me. I yelled at my family to leave this place, and we all double timed it back to the house.

Deer Sightings - A Ranch Campfire Story We always, as a family, went camping on my Grandpa’s ranch down in Killeen, Texas, and I have a great campfire/camping story to tell. I’ve never written out this story, but it is one that has very deep meaning to me and I tell to my closest friends who won’t think I have totally lost my mind. My dad had always said that the women on his side of the family always seemed more “in tune” with spiritual senses when I was a kid, but that was always followed up with the mention of mental illness running in the family and to be careful. Be as it may, I have had quite the few paranormal experiences (or what I believe to be) in my life, especially when I was growing up. One consistent and recurring experience, however, was the 9 foot tall figure that stood in the corner of my room. I was young, maybe around 7, and I woke up in the late hours of the night, groggily wiping my eyes, yawning, and stretching briefly before feeling something…off. Considering I had and still have pretty bad eyesight, it always took me a while in the dark to get situated on my surroundings, even with the dim street lights cascading down in through my blinds. I scanned the room and felt my whole body stiffen as I then noticed it. A figure - tall, emaciated, and lanky as its limbs seemed impossibly long. The most surreal part of the figure, however, was the reaching pair of antlers it had that almost scraped my ceiling. From a little girl’s perspective, you would think that the figure would be a terrifying sight to behold; however, for some reason, I do not remember feeling anything except calm after my initial tension. For some reason, I did not feel as if this spirit was malicious, but just wanting to be seen. After looking at it for a while, it unwavering in it’s stature, I must have just closed my eyes, thought I was dreaming, and went back to bed. It ended up being much more than a dream. I started seeing it consistently once every few months when I would wake up in the middle of the night, but I had the same feeling every time; the sense that it did not want to cause me harm. I used to just sit and stare at it for times before going back to bed, but after a while I ended up just seeing it, rolling over, and going back to bed content. It almost became like my night guardian or watchman, keeping me safe from other evils. Further along to more recent times (I was probably around 19 at this time in undergrad) and one thing had always perplexed me, the fascination of the shape of the antlers of the figure. The shape of them weren’t quite generic and they made my mind turn with a twisted sense of unknown familiarity - do I recognize these antlers? It had boggled my mind for years, until one day, I stumbled upon a picture of an Apex deer, and a distant memory came flooding back into my psyche all at once. For context, my late grandfather owned ranches out in the middle of nowhere in Killeen, Texas, where there is nothing but ranch life and military bases, save the few ‘cowboy churches’ (that is actually what they are called, my uncle had a wedding at one a couple years ago). My great grandfather got stationed out in Killeen when he joined the military to gain his citizenship back in the day, so my grandfather always had a place in his heart for the area, hence why he bought the ranches. Ever since I could remember, once or twice a year during fall we would always drive up to the largest ranch he had to have a big family holiday. One year (I was probably 5 or 6), we had just driven up the gravel roads to the center of the ranch, my mom parking near my grandfathers cabin and starting to unload the car. I don’t remember much, but somehow, I was able to wander from my mom, dad, and two younger brothers. I had never really been too eager with my grandfather, and so when everyone went to greet him, I must have not been interested and nobody noticed I hadn’t gone with them. One way or another, I had made it to the treeline. I loved the ranch, and the nature I always found to be so beautiful, cactus thorns and all, so I was naturally excited to be back in that environment; however, once a reached the treeline and took a few steps in, something caught my eye. A deer. Not just any deer, but a giant one, tall and graceful as it laid down in the vegetation, spotted pelt a stark contrast to the greenery around it. I had always loved animals, asking for animal encyclopedias as a kid and wanting to grow up to be a vet (shout out Kayla), so I slowly crouched to get a bit closer. From what my father had told me and my own knowledge, deer are very scared creatures, so you have to be very careful since they will dart away in an instance. But for some reason, this wasn’t the case. As I got closer and closer, putting my hand out in front of me, it did not sway to my attempts, but just stared into my eyes with its, it’s deep, almost black pools drowning mine with fascination. I remember just feeling relaxed and at ease, the giant, beautiful creature just inches away from my reaching hand as it gazed down upon me. I put my hand down, and my crouch became a full seat. For those few moments, I was at peace. Then the screaming came, the deer and I both shooting our eyes behind us to see my frantic mother calling out my name and hurrying towards the treeline. By the time I had turned my head back around, the deer was gone. It’s dark eyes, it’s beautiful pelt, and it’s towering antlers, identical to the creature that watched me sleep. I’m 22 now and a graduate student across the country, and I haven’t seen the figure in years. The last time I saw it was the night I moved up to New York City for school when I was 18, it appearing in the hotel I stayed at the first night at the foot of my bed. This was odd, however; Whenever I had been traveling in the past, it had never appeared at the destination, always ever in my childhood bedroom in Houston, but this time it was different, it had come with me, then completely disappeared from my life. Looking back, it was almost like the figure had came by one more time as a farewell as our paths split ways and I start a new chapter of my life. I don’t have many memories of the ranch or my childhood left in my brain, it’s crazy what the human psyche can do to block out bad memories to avoid dealing with emotional trauma, but that single deer photo had reached in and pulled it right out of my head. I can’t rationalize why, but I felt as if it had all made sense, that the deer was still towering over me, watching me like it did in those woods that fateful day. Scary as it may seem, I still look back at the memories of that figure and slightly smile to myself; it’s as if that deer had become my silent guardian, watching me through the years and coming at night to see me when no one else could. NOTE: I am a digital artist, and during COVID, I ended up drawing my rendition of the creature in my room; however, I can’t leave photos here or paste it in the comments, so idk how to share it guys i'm sorry. ~ Thank you so much for reading! Also, I really like creative writing and was thinking of maybe taking inspiration from this story I personally have and the town of Killeen to make a fictional story or set of short stories baed on the mix of ranch and military culture if anyone would be interested :) please let me know!

I used to work at a campground a few years back, early one morning clocking I’m standing there facing my coworker with the windows in the background I see a white Horse run by. I was in complete shock seeing a random horse go by I go “what the fuck” we both head out the main door and see it booking it down the main dirt road. To our knowledge we didn’t know there was a farm with horses right nearby and one got loose

Omg yes pls. Pls tell the tale of the girl left alone thinking her dog was under her bed but it was a man but she only noticed when her hand got licked from under the bed but she opened her eyes and saw written in blood on her mirror @HUMANS LICK TOO”

A buddy and I wanted to prank one of our friends on a camping trip out in the middle of Louisiana. We had fabricated a bunch of La Llorona sightings at the park we were camping at, and he was easily irked by that sort of thing, so it started working on him. So we get out there with about 7-8 guys, and we were on a peninsula that projected out into the bayou, so we planned to place a speaker out on the waters edge playing some weeping woman noises. We scared the hell out of him playing the audio, and even though he was frustrated with us he still ended up leaving his tent to stay in another tent with some of the other guys. Now an hour passes from when we had spooked him, and all of a sudden we start hearing this whistling, shrill noise, like a rusty gate hinge or an old boat creaking out on the water and I’m starting to freak out a bit. I thought some red dead night folk were fr coming to pick us apart. The noise keeps happening, and a few of us had brought some guns, so we’re all sitting in this cluster of tents, whispering through the tarps about having to shoot someone if they come up in our camp. And it just gets closer, this piercing, metallic shriek by the water. What we didn’t know was that one of the guys we had tasked with going to put the speaker out in the woods didn’t come back to his tent after doing so. Instead, he waited out there with a pan flute until we had started falling asleep and started going to town (very poorly). When he finally came sneaking back up the camp after thoroughly freaking us out, we had to explain to him that we were considering shooting “whatever it was” when the pan flute’s noise got close enough. He knew we had guns so bro was willing to risk it all.

So when I was a senior in high school, I invited the football team over to my house for a bonfire and hangout. After we go ape mode and burn a couple old couches, we're all sitting around the fire in a big circle just bullshitting. Being a large group of 14 to 18 year old guys, we, of course, start talking about girls. So the guy next to me, who was a sophomore at the time, posed the question of how far we've gotten with a girl, and we answer in an order that would make me the very last, which is where the horror starts. See, a few months before this, I had been hanging out with a girl in my class who I very much liked and who very much liked me. She was also the older sister of the sophomore that i would eventually sit bext to at the bonfire. So, as we where hanging out, things became, "romantic" before she had to get back home and before my parents returned home. To make a long story short, that relationship didnt work, but I remained friends with her brother. Cut back to the bonfire, and the conversation has finally made its way to me, who is a notoriously shitty liar. So, with a look of both fear and sympathy, I looked toward this young man, put my hand on his shoulder, and told him directly that I had went down on his older sister. Needless to say, the others erupted into laughter as I kept my eyes locked on his and let him process the information. In the end, it became a funny story, but that brief interval between my admission and his laughter was possibly the most frightening moment that ive ever experienced.

I was about 10 years old when I went on my first and last camping trip. It was for all the 5th graders to go and have fun at this raccoon themed getaway. It was a mix of classes going but I remember being scared because a couple of my classmates were trying to play Bloody Mary in the bathrooms. Both the boys and girls were doing it but I was too scared to even try. I went to bed early while they played. The next morning all of my classmates who had played were scared out of their minds telling me about a girl from my class who had woke up with long cuts down her arms. They told me that apparently Bloody Mary showed up in her sleep and tried to pull her off the bunk bed. I remember going with a couple friends to the teachers and telling them about it only for them to dismiss what we were saying happened. that same girl ended up getting pulled away from one of the hiking trips we went on and had to go home early. Thinking back on the story now I think she cut her self to make it seem like the Bloody Mary stuff worked but it definitely freaked me out so much back then. To this day I have not played that game and I never will lol.

Be sure to get scared and shit yourself again so that Isaiah gets really mad and has to help you clean it up.

This one time me and some buddy's went out to a favorite campsite of ours. It was a blast a big fire by the water some kids having fun. We had been set up for about 30 minutes. Wanting more snacks drinks and stuff for the fire, some of us went to our trucks, one of us stayed by the fire so me and 4 others were at our trucks. Walking back to our camping spot (about 25 30 feet from the truckd) about 10 steps heading back from the trucks I heard clearly a woman screaming and sobbing "HEELLLP HELP ME PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME!" maybe 50 feet into the woods through the tree line. Of course scared, I stopped dead in my tracks. My friends obviously could see something wrong and I asked "did any of you hear that woman?" And none of them had any clue what I was talking about. I was the only one to hear it. We ended up putting the fire out and have never been back.

I watched the Gemini tapes at 3am last time I went camping, so scary when I realized I was surrounded by trees :D

Eating the meals of 3+ backpacking friends and earning the trail name “Dumpster Donny”. Severe headaches after because of the immense sodium of dehydrated foods, then begging my friends for their filtered water as their payment. Or reading lean-to journals in an American Italian women’s accent and telling a story of a divorced couple that goes camping every year.

I had a D&D session with my friends and one of them got too drunk and puked in his tent.

One time when I was about 8 or 9 I was on a family camping trip with my Grandparents my aunts, uncles, and cousins. We had rented seperate camping spaces at this commercial campgrounds you could pull your car into and set up your trailer if you had one or tents and all that around these designated fire pits. On one of the nights we were roasting marshmallows and hot dogs over the fire and everyone was just talking. I was listing to my cousins mp3 player and all of a sudden it turns bright as day for like 5 whole seconds. I could see into the forest behind everyone, and into the other campsites with other families around campfires. EVERYONE was looking around and freaked out. We all went into one of the trailers like 5 minutes later cause I was too scared to be outside and we all played cards. Never found out what it was.

Our extended family usually go on a yearly ATV drive right at the end of winter when sometimes there is ice and other times there isn't but it's usually 40°F. We always drive across icy rivers and place bets on who's rig will fall through the ice. For like 9 years in a row my uncle Rick always broke through ice and we'd have to attach a chain and carve through the ice to get it back up. No idea why we kept doing it. Our family was different like 10 years ago always taking absurd risks for normal outcomes. On a softer note we went to see old faithful and we stayed in a cabin in that area. Don't know if that was camping but my brother and I used our 3DS's to find out that people on the cabin next to ours also had 3DS's. Turns out they had two kids our exact ages and we played 4 person Mario kart all night. Then that next morning they weren't there and we never saw them again. OOO, spooky.

When I went camping with my friend and parents this guy threw out the stuff in my parents’ tent and moved his in thinking the tent belonged to him. Reason being because it was for a cycling event (hi papa meat) and staff we’re supposed to have riders tents set up when they arrived at the camp site and dumbasses tent was the same make brand and color as my parents tent.

Off the beaten path, is a scary story I think you guys would like to read

Last time my bf and I went backpacking, we got followed by a very ugly deer. All the other deer ran off normal-style when we got closer (just physically closer to their location on the trail, not on purpose to bug the poor things), but this one had his fur all fucked up, and didn't run off no matter how close we got to where he was. He didn't look wounded, just ugly, and the fact that it didn't react like most other deer sorta was unsettling. It kept popping up further in front of us, we saw it maybe 4-5 times over the course of an hour before we eventually go up a hill to our site right before sundown, where we run into our lovely fucked up, non-normal reaction deer again. It just stands around the base of the trail leading up to our campsite, but since it at least didn't get closer to us we just end up trying to ignore it. We set up, cook/clean up, put our stuff into the bear box, etc. Finally the sun sets and there isn't much else to do other than wander around in the dark in mountain lion and bear country, so we go in the tent. It's an ultralight tent, which means it is essentially the thinnest possible sheet of nylon that just barely accommodates the two of us without our heads pressing against the back of it. Plus it was a full moon, so we could see the shadows of almost everything around us. It ends up taking us at least an hour and a half or so to finally wind down enough to begin to sleep, because the whole time it is so windy and surprisingly loud & we constantly see movement from the trees and hear animals moving around, which doesn't ease the "there is nothing between me and a mountain lion out here" sorta feeling you get in that type of tent. But we just assume the sounds are deer for the most part, so it doesn't bug us. Eventually things quiet down and we figure whatever critters were sniffing around left, since all we can really hear is the wind and trees rustling about. Right as we are finally starting to go to sleep, the deepest fucking animalistic guttural growl comes from the left of our tent, and VERY close. Like right above my head. We just stare at each other, and wait for whatever it is to get close enough to see at least the shadow of it through our tent. Whatever big ass animal it was, somehow got close enough without us hearing it, made a growl/bellow from hell, and then I guess tip toed away since we didn't end up hearing any more rustling, just the same sound from further down the canyon a couple minutes after and then nothing else. We were shitting our pants trying to figure out if it was a bear or not, but more likely than anything it was just some big ass buck? Regardless, probably wasn't anything wrong with that deer except being too comfortable around humans. But we had a great time, there's something just so fun about being scared shitless together in the woods.

Not in the woods but camping. When I was a teenager me and my buddies would camp on little islands out in the Florida keys. My friend had a small boat we would take out there to fish and camp and goof off. We decided that night we wanted to do some night snorkeling and swimming. As we came back to shore we looked back and saw someone bobbing upright in the water. We did a quick head count and realized we were all back on shore. Even though it was dark from what we could see the person didn’t appear to have a snorkel sticking up or any visible dive gear on. We waved and were yelling asking if they needed help and a few of my friends had already hopped back in to swim out there just in case. But the person just waved, very calmly like a hello/goodbye, and went back under the water. We didn’t see them come back up. We took the boat and our light out to the area and then did more searching around but found no one. We were nearly 100% sure we were the only people staying the night out there, others had boats anchored earlier to day drink and chill but had all seemed to have left. Idk if it was a ghost but we’ve all seen some other freaky stuff out there. A lot of people say the waters in that area are mad haunted because of how many people died during the building of the original 7 mile bridge. (But really all of the keys is pretty spooky)

I never go to the woods

I have so many camping stories from being out in the Allegheny woods. My friend Pony (rest in peace) had a place up in the middle of the woods and he called it Buck Mountain. It was a mile hike off the road and it was just several acres of land with a rundown shack of a cabin and a fire pit. Well, me and my partner and our friends went up there for a weekend and we met his dad who was a character in his own right, and since we were all between the ages of like 18 and 24, we were all just getting fucked up in the woods and drinking and smoking. Well then, pony’s dad gave us these shroom chocolate bars right? And obviously we all ate some of them and then when we started feeling it, this man gave us each a beer and told us to “have an adventure” before just letting us wander into the woods at night with nothing but a lantern, a Miller Lite, a joint, and strangely enough a katana that my partner insisted on bringing to camp cuz it would be cool to play around with in the woods. So we’re wandering along and blasting music from my phone when suddenly we don’t really know where we are so our friend Isaac goes “I know the way! Follow me! I can see the campfire from here!” So we follow him for a while just to realize this dude was following the fucking moon!! So we kinda just kept wandering and telling stories and listening to music and enjoying nature until we suddenly hit a dirt road. From there it all cleared up and we started the hike back to Buck Mountain while staring at the most stars we had ever seen in our lives overhead. The craziest thing is the whole time, none of us were scared. We just kept talking and laughing and exploring and it felt like being a kid on a playground. My friend Pony has since passed but this little adventure will always be in my memory

We used to have a dog named Sandy. We took her camping all the time, and we loved hot dogs. One time, one of us kids dropped a hot dog in the campfire, and when we fished it out we decided to give it Sandy after brushing it off. Turns out, it was just a bit too hot for her, and when she tried to devour it she started barking at it because it hurt her. She would try to bite it, bark some more, and bite it again until it finally cooled down enough for her to eat. Definitely my favorite camping trip story. I love you Sandy, I miss you.

I was camping with 5 others at a campground that was pretty remote in Texas. We picked a spot by the river since they wanted to swim more than hike, and since we had only brought one giant tent for all of us to sleep in, majority voted by the river. I remember one of the nights there were coyotes watching us in the treeline. We could see the reflection of their eyes when we’d shown our flashlights. Not too worried though because we had guns and coyotes don’t mess with people anyway. One night i had woken up and couldn’t fall back asleep. Dont exactly know what time since my phone had been dead for a while. I took my gun and our lantern since I couldn’t find the flashlights. I left the tent and tried sleeping in the hammock we set up outside but I still couldn’t fall asleep. I sat by the river hoping the water would make me tired but no luck. So I decided to walk one of the trails by the river. I had only walked probably an hour when I came to a hill. I deviated from the trail path to see if I can get a good view of the wilderness we were in. Going up the hill led me to a small plain in the trees. Walking through it I heard footsteps in the treeline. I knew they were the coyotes but this Walmart lantern can only shine so far. As a giant mound of dirt came into view, it started to smell like shit. Moving around it I saw a hole illuminated by my lantern. A deep, rectangular hole clearly dug by a person. Lantern in my hand, i slowly got closer to the hole, shining the lantern in when I was at the edge. A deer skull stared back at me. It was red with meat still on it, no eyes in its sockets. It’s antler almost touch my ring finger. I freaked out hard when I saw another skull, and another and another. Ribs with stringy meat still on it, and hooves with the bone still attached. The bottom had become a puddle of brownish red with fur and bone and twigs just strewn about.. I remember it feeling so alien. Just walking onto that grave in the middle of the woods with God knows how many deer in it. I bolted back to the camp. By the time I came back the sun had risen a bit and the sky changed to a morning gray. I saw my buddy Gabriel looking around the camp and pointing me out to the others inside the tent. I told them what I saw. Gabe’s phone was the only one that had battery so I asked him to give it to me so I can take pictures. My girlfriend got mad I had went without her cause she was very enthralled by the story. After breakfast I took her to see the grave. Just as I had left it. I got pictures of it and she wanted to take a deer antler but I quickly shot down the idea. I don’t know much about hunting laws but my friend Brandon shot the idea that it was just a dumping ground for hunted deer, even though no one lives around here. I don’t know. I still don’t know. It was a deep hole with God knows how many dead deer. Maybe someone just took the deer remains that were around the area and buried it?

I once took 3 tabs of acid camping with some buddies. I slept in a hammock and kept thinking I had spiders all over me, but would then remind myself “nah brother you’re tripping” and ignore it. Well come sunrise I see there were/are in fact a bunch of spiders in my hammock and I am indeed covered in bites. Ahh high school

This wasn’t a camping trip, but one summer my family’s house lost power so we had a bonfire where my dad told us scary stories from when he lived in Vietnam before the war. The one I remember was about how he used to cross an old bamboo bridge and would always see a woman on his way to school. He asked my grandma about it and apparently the woman my dad was seeing died in that river.

accidentally kicked a small cactus while running and it went straight through my shoe, then ate snake cooked over the campfire, and learned the hard way how cold a desert can get in the middle of the night. getting up to pee was the worst.

when I was in 3rd grade, my neighbor friend and I camped outside in my backyard in tents. Our parents were all at the neighbors house having drinks and hanging out. My friend and I kept forgetting things inside so we would walk in the dark with a lantern from the tent through trees in my yard to go inside and back - multiple times. At some point the adults noticed and decided it would be funny to scare us. After our final trip inside we were walking back to the tent with our lantern when someone in a saw mask jumped out of the trees screaming. My friend dropped the lantern and ran, I unfortunately dropped to the ground in a fetal position. That was the last time we camped in the backyard.

When I was younger I would go on week long camping trips every summer with the other youth in my church! It's some of the most fun I've ever had. We would always go white water rafting which was my favorite. But another thing we would do is rock climbing every year and I hated this. I have an extreme fear of heights and so I would break down a lot trying to climb or repel. One year we did something a little different, we decided to night repel down like a 100ft cliff and I was horrified. When it was finally my turn it took a LOT of convincing for me to go over the edge and start repelling, I might've even cried I don't remember now. But they were super supportive and reassuring. At one point they prayed with me and after that prayer I went down and made it to the bottom with no problem. Every year when we got back someone would get a little trophie to have for a year until we go again. It was usually given for something silly someone did but that year it was given to me because of how powerful that prayer was and how I trusted God to take me down the cliff! I'm unfortunately not super religious anymore, but I still hold onto this memory as one of my favorites. We were all given a little piece of rope on that trip to have with us and I tied it to my bible case. It's been there ever since and I still have it. I think I'm the only one left that still has a piece of it. It means a lot to me and I would be devastated if I lost it. Thanks for reading if you did 😭🫶🏻 I don't share things like this too often but the post reminded me of it!

On the night I decided to kill myself, I went into the woods so I would get myself lost and unable to come home or be found. Bad plan I know, but it's what I did. All I brought with me was a joint and a pack of cigarettes. It was dark, with a soft glow from the moon. I left my phone in the truck so no one could follow me that way. The parking lot was empty. I had been there so many times on beautiful summer days that it almost seemed unimaginable to think it went any lower than half full. As I walked into the dark, my mission to get lost seemed really stupid because I would eventually have a need for water or food and ultimately go back. The plan to get lost also seemed like the worst way to die. But the walk was making me come to that conclusion and hell it's helping. Even if it was a cold winter night with only the moons light and the reflection from the snow. I still had a joint so I decided to head to the overview of the lake and peer out at the snow covered swamp. Half way down the Doobie out upon the little lake were trees growing in the marsh surrounding and one caught my eye. It was strange, shorter and not covered in snow. I looked at it for a minute and a bit just trying to make it out. The longer I looked though, it was not a tree, it was human. Couldn't be human, it's standing on snow and ice without leaving any footprints. Just as I was starting to really investigate what it was, it shifted to the right and faded out. I was terrified. Was this a ghost? Fuck I need to leave, I thought. And so I did in a massive hurry. Left the smokes up there I was in such a hurry. Just started booking it and anything I considered to be movement in the trees around me had me moving faster. I slipped while turning back onto the main trail but chucked my body back into motion as if I didn't have any conscious choice of it. As I ran I began to hear a thunderous crash from the bushs. I truly thought it was my end. It got louder and louder and at this certain point while listening, you can almost just tell when the final crash is gonna happen and what ever that thing on the lake was is now gonna be closer than I want it to be. I stopped running, I wanted to die anyway. There's no running from this thing anyway probably. Out from the bushes, did not come a ghost. Something much more physical. A fully grown male moose. Antlers witch each were the size of a hood from a Honda Civic. He was just looking at me, snorting. The territorial creature it is decided I might be a threat and started walking in my direction. I have as much clue as to deal with a ghosts as I do moose. As he walked to towards me I just kept walking the same direction as him, knowing at any moment he will charge and I will more than likely be unable to do anything. We walked for some time, him snorting and walking towards me. I just kept looking back at the animal for any signs of a charge. I never thought it would end unless I got trampled by him or I made it back to my truck somehow but with probably 50 meters left until the parking lot, he just stopped. He watched me but he no longer pursued. And I was lucky to be alive. ( Real shit I think the ghost maybe have just been me being high but the moose was real as fuck and now I encourage people to be safe around moose and other wildlife)

One time senior year of high school me and a couple buddies went to go camping. It was night when we were driving there and almost sent it straight off the side of the mountain trying to do an initial d move

I once awoke with a a fucking beaverlike creature eating something right next to me. From that day on i always think about it.

Waking up to deer trying to eat through my tent early in the morning. But my favorite memory not including myself would be the time my sister and brother went fishing with a church friend of ours in gator infested waters. They were far out from the deck and my sister was the one to notice a log moving closer to the boat. It was in fact not a log And to stop it my brother threw the one paddle they had and missed. With no paddle and a gator moving in close my brother is screaming for help nearly tipping the boat over. While my sister tries to calm him because the noise is bringing the gator closer . And what is our church friend doing? Still trying to fish , he did not car about the gator or about my siblings screaming for help. He just wanted to fish . They were eventually picked up by the pastor who was driving by in his own boat . Paddle lost and no fish caught

2nd story this was told by my brother cause I was too young to remember. Camping around the fire in the cold winter night in Southern Texas desert. Mesquite wood burning and we're all huddled together while the food is cooking over the grill atop the flames. When several sets of eyes starts popping up outta the darkness. Then my family turned and saw several faces glowing from the fire 🔥 . I was told my grandpa went up to these people and spoke Spanish to them. They were immigrants passing through and we're freezing, but they didn't want any trouble. They just asked for some hot coals to warm up. Pawpaw was very kind and gave them a large can of beans we had heated up and my cousin and older brother laughed cause, while they were eating this one Mexican woman let out a loud fart! That broke the tension. Everyone was laughing and settled that night from a can of beans pawpaw gave to some strangers that walked up to our campfire.

I am an eagle scout and spent many summers working for barely any pay at summer camp I have plenty Like the time we unearthed a 12 inch dildo from the mud in the lake. The camp director still has it in the desk. He calls it the "Anaconda".

My wife told me a story once of when she was younger, about 10. Her older brothers were 16 and 14. One weekend while her parents were out of town they went “camping” in the tree house their dad built behind their house. She fell asleep pretty early and missed the boys bumping the whiskey bottle that they snuck in. She woke up sometime during the night because nature called. She didn’t want to wake up her brothers. There were boards nailed on the trunk to get in and out of the tree house but what would a tree house be without an escape route? The boys had pushed the old trampoline (this was before safety nets were commonly used) under the tree, because why not. It was pretty dark, just dark enough for a 10 year old to think she was jumping down to the trampoline but actually come full force onto the dirt and rocks below. Her brothers woke up from her crying. They were both still well under the effects of their contraband but had enough wits to get her back to the house. Her leg had a pretty obviously wrong angle to it however, not wanting to get caught by their parents, they decided to try to treat her at home. They had her drink an entire bottle of NyQuil from the medicine cabinet. Their parents came home the next morning to two hungover teenage boys and a somehow barely conscious but also whimpering in pain daughter with not one but two broken legs. Their mom put two and two together by looking at the state of them. She asked what the hell they were thinking and one of them said, “they always say it’s the best sleep you’ll have with a cold… I thought it might be the best sleep she could get with a broken leg.”

One time my dad told a scary story by a campfire. Then later that night I was so scared to leave the tent I shat myself. Dad was mad and tossed this awesome shirt I had in the fire. Terrible stuff.

Watch the movie campfire tales and you will have a few!!!!!!

Once when I was 17-18 I went camping with my dad and brother I know crazy start but we were looking for spots by just googling spots and driving around Montana. My father always liked camping on the fly, anyways we find this camp spot with a bunch of 1 star reviews and they all mentioned hearing freakish screams at night and that they would never camp there again. Well my dad after hearing those reviews decided to camp there because “that’s what people do to keep the good spots for themselves and keep the city folk out”. The camp site was right next to a creek and we were all sharing a tent, and as I was trying to fall asleep between my dad’s snoring I started to hear stomping through the creek with a human walking pattern and a bunch of rocks falling into the creek, huge sounding rock that a person wouldn’t have been able to move or kick loose. I tried to see if anyone else was awake and my brother was also starting to freak out but was to afraid to say anything. We tried to wake my dad but he wouldn’t wake up, he’s a super heavy sleeper. Shortly after trying to wake my dad I could hear stomping near the tent, now I thought it could have been an elk or moose that was beefing with the tent and last thing I wanted to be was gored or have it be a crackhead from the woods. but how do I make enough noise to wake my dad but not enough to trigger an attack from whatever was outside the tent or indicate that we were awake to whoever was out there. Anyway my brother was able to finally poke my dad awake and we should have known my dad would do this but when my dad woke up he asked full volume what was up and moved a ton in his sleeping bag causing that stupid bag noise that all sleeping bags make. That ended up spooking whatever was outside the tent, and his responces was huh musta been something, and went right back to sleep. Anyways nothing happened but that is something I hate about camping even though I love it, being able to hear everything outside the tent but not being able to look out without making noise. It makes you so vulnerable especially to other humans, the amount of times I swear there is someone outside my tent with an axe or gun aimed at where I might be sleeping always makes me worried… Anyways maybe read about some campsite murders, we recently had one so violent in Montana they thought it was a bear attack, look up death of Dustin Kjersem and you should find the articles about the incident and why I’m always paranoid now!

Otherwise, I still think The Other Boy or Black Bark from Brian Evenson would work. You’d just have to ask him lol

The willows is a great story for camping

Youth group went camping and the teens took the preteens snipe hunting. They pretended the flashlight batteries went out and some of them ran around the bushes in the dark scaring us. I can’t believe 12 year old me fell for that. Snipe hunting haha. Makes me cringe thinking about it

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When I was a kid, my dad took my yugioh shirt and threw it in the fire after I ate too many cosmic brownies and shit my pants next to my cousin in the tent. Dad woke up the area in horror of the smell Wait. Maybe not me..... 🤣

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It would be so awesome if they filmed outside by a fire and got spooked by the sounds around them

When I was a kid my dad had befriended this man at a pub after giving him some good business advice. As a thanks the man began inviting us to his yearly family camping trips. He owned this huge wooded property and every year we would meet up with his family of 30+ people and camp out for the weekend. One year when I was about 8 me and the man’s nieces who were younger, maybe 6 and 7 decided we wanted to camp out alone in this small shack we found that was about a 40 minute walk from the main camping area. That night we had a great time playing and dancing to music until around 1am when we started hearing this light scratching sound coming from under the floor boards. We were pretty startled but also too scared to leave so we decided to just hide and wait for whatever was making the sound to leave. It didn’t and as the night went on the sound slowly got louder until we couldn’t take it anymore and just ran for it back to our parents in the dark. The next morning our parents brought us back to the shack to get our stuff, and as the shack came into view we saw probably 40 rabbits just chilling by and around the entrance. Turns out rabbits are terrifying when they decide to crawl into the foundation of old buildings.

I have lots of vague memories of native American folklore / Hispanic folklore and stories being told around a campfire, probably not very good interpretations, but stories about skin walkers and wendigos and La Llorona and such. Made for really fold memories

I wanna hear the story about WHY WENDIGOON CROSSES HIS LEGS WHENEVER SOMEONE BRINGS UP CANOES

One time i saw a deer doing the antler rutting thing with like flesh just scoured off the red antlers it was fucking wicked, i also caught a salmon or wtv

I was like 8 or 9 it was me my brother my cousin my dad and uncle we were camping not to far from the house since our backyard was basically the woods and we all had little cap gun revolvers we always used to play with them it was fun af but we were playing cops and robbers or something I don’t fully remember but I do remember having the cap gun pointed at my cousins forehead while he had his hands up im not sure if my finger slipped or what because it was a long time ago but I shot him in the forehead with a cap gun he didn’t get injured but apparently it hurt like hell and I got in a lot of trouble

All I can say is that the campsite should be in walking distance of a dunkin donuts like the bit in stolen tongues

When I was 5 my parents took my 2 brothers, my grandparents (from my mother’s side), and I camping at flagstaff. I was fairly young so I don’t remember the whole trip but I definitely remember the second night. My dad woke up sweating bullets with a migraine, he says that his face had felt “as hot as satan’s asshole” so he gets up out of the tent and goes to his truck to check himself in the side mirror. He didn’t look any different just had a bit of a red hue in his cheeks, he did however have some sort of pain in the back of his neck. My dad being the tough guy says fuck it I’m fine. He grabs a plastic bag and some ice from our cooler, puts it on the back of his neck, and comes back to bed in the our tent. An hour or so later he wakes up feeling even worse than before, so he wakes up my Mom and asks her to look at his face. My mom reaches up, turns on the lamp in our tent, and screams bloody murder. The screaming wakes my brothers and I up and all we see is my dad’s head from the neck up swollen to the size of a watermelon. His head was gigantic and bright red, his ears were like an inch thick! Waking up to this sight, of course causes us to scream as well. For me as a 5 year old this is the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. I have no idea what’s happening to my dad, my mother is screaming, my older brothers are screaming, I am frozen in fear so I piss myself. Everyone leaves the tent still freaking the fuck out. My mom yells to me to wake my grandparents (they’re deaf). I waddle over, piss soaked pants, and unzip my grandparents tent. At this point I didn’t know ASL so I have to kinda just shake them awake and gesture outside. My grandparents wake up to their 5 year old grandson, tears and snot running down his face, reeking of piss, all while pointing outside. My grandpa laughed so hard I feel like he almost pissed his own pants. He signed to my dad that his head looked like a a ham and then took out his camera and started taking pictures of him! After the initial panic my mom got my dad in the truck and took him to the nearest hospital which was only about 30 minutes away. With that problem being taken of my brothers and I were left with our grandparents to go to bed in their tent now. The only problem, in all the commotion apparently no one had noticed I pissed in my pjs. How? I truly I have clue. I didn’t have the nerve to tell my brothers cause I knew they’d make fun of me. I had no way of explaining it to my grandparents either. So I did what any 5 year old would. I slept in my piss soaked pajama bottoms. I have never woken up more chaffed in my entire life. Years later when we were at a dinner this story got brought up and against my better judgement I told every I pissed my pants that night. Sure enough I didn’t hear the end of it that night, and now every time the story is brought up my brothers point out I pissed myself. The doctors had no clue what happened to my dad they just chalked it up to an “insect sting or something”. We tell that story all the time, we sadly lost the photos my grandfather took though. Sadly that was not the only time I soiled myself while camping. Thanks for taking the time to read all of that and thanks for the opportunity to share this story!!

I got my ass ate by a fire

My dad tied two paddle boats out in the middle of 5th lake (Adirondack mountains), one loaded to the brim with fireworks and he’s driving the other. Set them off & created an explosion😂😭 my Auntie who was with us decided she was superwoman & tried to “rescue” dad but ended up flying off the porch of our cabin and breaking her ankle😂 Happy camping y’all!! Just booked my first trip

A large naked fat man crawled out of the lake and started eating all our food looked a lot like Hunter but with Wendigoons lips (why is your name so hard to spell?)

My brother and I would spend half of summer camping with our grandparents and its some of my most fond memories. Spending the days in the woods and ponds and the nights in the camper watching svengoolie on a tiny TV with my grandpa.

One time when I was just a 10 year old kid, my family went on a hunting trip. Dad shot a deer and brought it to camp. I watched as he harvested every bit of meat and set the head+antlers+pelt aside and the bones seperate. We're in different wooded areas lit by propane lamps and Im by myself looking at the deer pelt. I hear something crunching leaves in the pitch blackness and step back to my family. I watch though the lamp lit trees as a giant bobcat starts tearing into dad's deer pelt like a dog ripping up a blanket. Dad walked up and that bobcat snuck back into the darkness. Dad gets an idea. He ties a rope to the deer ribcage and sets it on the ground. We wait behind the cooler away from the carcass. Bobcat comes out and starts dragging the entire set of bones into the darkness. Dad says hold on tight. I tighten my lil hands on the rope and I nearly get pulled off my feet. Now reminder, im a 10 year old kid and this is a full grown wildcat the size of a pitbull. Dad held the end of the rope so I wasn't going all the way out but holy hell did that thing want that carcass. We had fun playing tug-of-war with a bobcat. We go to sleep and dad tied the rope to a tree. The next morning im excited about what happened last night and wonder if the bones are still there. I sneak out of our tent and head over to the site. I see the rope. Nothing but 1 rib it was tied to. And I look around the cacti and the tall grass between the woods. Dumb me walks closer. Next thing I hear is a yowling growl at me as I see the giant bobcat Overtop the bones 6ft away from me. My hearts in my mouth and my pulse is in my ears and I slowly back up away. Im about to die cause I thought "ooo me I played tug of war with it it couldn't hurt me" yeah right this thing broke the ribs of a deer IT'S SCARY. But thankfully, I stepped back to camp and woke my parents and brother to what happened. That bobcat stayed prowling our camp site that entire hunting trip once dad had got a deer. Mom wouldn't let me outta her sight afterwards. Nobody in class believed me what happened until I showed them a picture of the rope, the carcass, and that big ass bobcat chewing the meat left on the bones. And thats how I played tug-of-war with a bobcat at 10 in Texas.

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One time in high school my best friend and I went camping with some other friends and this one guy kept weirdly hitting on me. At one point kept quoting “Ram Ranch” because I laughed at it the first time he quoted it. It got to a point where I was tired of it so that night when we were all in the tint I turned to him and shoved my fingers in his mouth. He looked like he was about to cry and I told him if he talked to me again I was going to keep shoving my hand down his throat. He didn’t talk to me for the rest of the trip.

When I was 12 years old in Girl Scout camp, the 20 y/o camp leader cooked us chicken and veggies over a fire she had us start for her. The chicken was undercooked and immediately made the first girl that ate it sick. So I was elected to cook for the troop for the rest of the week because there were no other adults and I was the only kid that knew how to cook.

Classic one is the Travellers with the ribbons on thier necks 👀 classic camping tale 👌

Please bring Nick cause he's got all sorts of stories lol

I feel put on the spot, this would have to be something to come up in conversation. I just liked to cause trouble and fuck around lmao. I did like to put a little gas into beer bottles and put the cap back on with a tiny hole in it. When it sat in the fire it’d shoot flames out the hole for a good second. I was like 11-12 yo stealing empty beer bottles for this shit lmao I thought i was HIM

My dad used to take us camping every year with our cousins. Him and my uncles came up with “Tree-Dwelling Monkey People” lmao.. basically they were human/monkey hybrids that lived in the trees and snatched up bad kids. Every year they told the same story around a campfire.. but my dad had my brother climb a tree and make monkey noises one time after telling it and that scared my youngest cousin to literal tears lmfao we still joke about it years later

My house is right in front of some woods and a golf course! Me and siblings used to explore out there to find lost golf balls. We would turn them in for a soda and some chips. I also pissed my pants out there. 💔

One time I was camping and I woke up to see a giant pair of lips in my tent just slurping my shit silly style. It was pretty disturbing.

I remember being not REALLY in the woods but on a campsite area. I remember in addition to the bugs and stuff in the old showers they had, there was also just a half eaten grilled sandwich in there as well, left by some strangers god knows how long ago

I was camping with a couple of my buddies a few years back. One night we decided to roast some mini hotdogs wrapped in tinfoil over a big fire pit. Two of my buddies went to the bathroom, maybe doing a little scratch and sniff in not sure, so it was just me and my other friend tending the weenies. I'm sitting at the fire when suddenly I feel the presence of another being right next to me. It was completely dark other than the light cast by the flames, so it took my eyes a second to adjust. I saw fur. I instantly shot up out of my chair to see a massive raccoon. It was mid-November so I'm not sure if he was getting fat for hybernation, but this man was a behemoth. He was nearly as big as me sitting down. Anyway my sudden movement only spooked him slightly, and he managed to steal a couple dogs. My friend who was with me, always the type to be brave in the face of danger, equipped a big stick, and they went to battle. Man with tool versus wild beast. It was like I was transported back in time to the stone age. They circled each other, both not wanting to give an inch of ground. My friend lunges forward with his makeshift sword, it's a glancing blow and the beast sidesteps. Eventually my other two friends returned from playing tummy sticks in the bathroom and the great beast loses his resolve. He resigned to only stealing a few of those delectable dogs and retreated into the forest from whence he came. After that we ate our dinner and relished in the fact that more of his pack did not show.

I used to go canoing/camping in Louisiana and I'll never forget when my dad told me the big hairy toe story (y'all prolly know it) around the campfire. Legit couldn't sleep that night

One of my camping trips was with my two uncles their friends, along with a childhood friend and his family so it was a large group. On the last night we all got wasted, I was damn near passed out on the foldable chair when I hear everyone go "oooh" as if someone was fighting, but as I look over my uncles friend was puking into his cup overflowing it, mind you all he had to do was lean over to the grass but just sat there stoic like a warrior accepting his fate but his fate being a cup full of puke and ruined cloths. That's it the end

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Dude I remember new years of 2020 I was sitting around a bonfire with my friends and I quoted the office "the fires shooting at us!" and then a massive ember shot up and hit me square in the chest. Still have the massive scar and my mom thought it was a cigarette burn when she picked me up the next morning. Horrible premonition for the year to come😭

When I was little, first time camping, my grandparents took me and my brother out in their big fancy camper. Despite that, the beds were too small for us to actually sleep on, which could be a horror in and of itself. Anyway, on this camping trip we walked around the forest to pick up sticks for the fire, and I saw this very dirty Butterfree plush on the ground and decided to take it with me. I lost it before going home, and I was really sad. Butterfree if you're out there somewhere I'm sorry I couldn't give you the life I wanted for you. 🥺

I just revisited this memory with a friend on a recent backpacking trip. When I was way younger, I went out to camp with my dad in the woods of Hocking Hills. It is my favorite place ever, with lots of fond memories. I'm always a bit of a paranoid sleeper when camping (unless it's raining or crickets/ peepers are singing). I remember waking up in the middle of the night to loud scratching and footsteps, like something prowling around the tent. I think it took me an hour to muster up the courage to wake up my dad and ask him to look outside for me. He gets up, peers around the tent and our campsite and sees nothing. Tells me there's nothing to worry about and to go back to sleep. As soon as I'm nodding off, the same noise starts up again. Through the night my dad would stir and I'd point it out to him, and he eventually noticed it too. I was scared shitless. Somehow I ended up falling asleep and didn't wake up until morning. I come out of the tent (dad was already up) and eventually we talk about the noise while eating breakfast. He lets me know he found out the source. I'm at the edge of my seat thinking a bobcat or a raccoon was the culprit. "It was a fire ant stuck inside the tent walking the perimeter" Still my favorite camping story, like 13 years later. I'm still a paranoid sleeper when in a tent, lol.

In HS my mom was best friends with Craig Krampf’s daughter, who himself has plenty of ghost stories (the one I remember the most being of a ghost named Quincy). I also think it would be funny to take a ghost story from a famous writer and pass it off as a random redditor and see how they react/if they catch on

You guys should look up the tailey-po story! It’s a classic scary story from the Appalachian mountains that I would always hear on camping trips - my bf, the sexiest man to ever be bred straight out of the Appalachian mountains

We used to always tell Tailypo (we called it Tailybone) around the campfire when we were kids. We also made up a story about haunchitanks and Raw Hide and Bloodybones, he scared a dog so bad that it ran so fast it turned inside out. And you can’t forget the skunkape stories. I grew up in Knoxville too, btw

I farted and shitted my pants

I was a scout, we used to wake each other up after everyone had gone to sleep so we could wander the forest with no adults. Extremely dangerous, especially in Australia but I was 12 and wanted to explore! It was honestly so special, just me and my friends at night, in the middle of nowhere, watching the stars.

I just remember reading a ton of Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark, namely the one where the lady feeds a toe to her husband from the garden, and someone comes to take it back.

My father, a horrible drug addict, took me into the woods in the middle of the night to catch raccoons. He told me that if you chase a raccoon, they would climb to the top of a tree and I would have to climb after it with a salt shaker. He explained that if you pour salt on its tail, it would completely paralyze it, and that's what we had to do. So he keeps me up until 3AM and brings me out into the Pennsylvania woods, him only wearing tighty-whiteys. Me, an 8 year old child, fully clothed in long sleeve shirt and pants wielding a salt Shaker. He shout whispers "BOY. This tree". I climb it, and there was something there, but I couldn't tell if it was a raccoon or not. I got pretty high, and got scared so he said to just jump down. I did and hurt myself because of how high it was. He says "boy, I didn't think you'd actually be stupid enough to jump! We'll have to try again another night, you've done scared him away. ". We go back to the house in defeat. About 6 years later, my dad took my mom into the woods to cut her head off with a machete a couple months after she left him. I know this, because he got drunk and told me to put the machete in the trunk, didn't tell me why. He got away with it because I was the only witness, and he threatened me into testifying on his behalf. If you're curious what he looks like, Google Kevin Andre Kahle mugshot. Put the full name in quotations and add the mugshot part or else you won't find it. He'll be the first image to pop up in images. He's dead, and I give permission to use his image if you so choose. This mugshot was for a completely unrelated crime. Looking back, it was pretty funny. The fact I find it funny, I think, is why I think I fit well in this community lol.

when i was in highschool some friends and i went out with some vodka into the woods near where i had lived and started our little own very unsafe fire to drink around . things were fine and went fine with us killing the bottle we had brought and chatting for an hour or two before putting the fire out and heading back out of the little forest we were in . it was 11-12pm by that time but we were all used to the dark and cold after running around the town all summer in those conditions already . there were four of us and two dead phones by the time we left leading us to get into a single file line type of situation with me shining my phones flashlight onto the friend in front of us all who held his straight leading our path out . Because it was cold i was huddled to myself with my head down while walking and following my friend , only really looking at the ground illuminated in my light in order to not trip or fall . After a bit of us all lugging through the cold it got a bit quiet with the wind and air itself beating down upon all of us , that's when i thought i should tell a joke to the friend in front of me . Can't recall what exactly said but remember laughing to myself afterwords and being surprised to find that i was met with silence ; he only continued forward . Seconds after i had told whatever joke is when i heard some commotion to the right of me . I looked to see three dark shadows going through the woods being lead by a light the person in front of the two had . That's when it hit me , the person leading me through the forest was not my friend ; i was alone and following a complete stranger . looking back to see none of them confirmed what i had thought in that split second . i ended up turning off my light and booking it towards my friends trying not to run head first into a tree , i ended up running straight through to the street next to the forest where i waited for them to emerge . After a bit of time they did and i explained what had happened . didn't mean to take up so much space but thought it was pretty freaky and have never really shared it , thought it might make for a good horror movie bit someday . No idea where that guy was going but hey maybe im the scary one for following him

A cat followed us my friends and I around our campsite. We called her Mao-Mao. And I assumed she was a creature from the woods. Even in the middle of the night, she'd be around when I wandered off to go use the restroom. She was a good girl. I miss her.

Once I shit in the campfire after everyone went to bed and only the embers were left. I thought it would just burn up. It didnt. It boiled and smelled so bad it woke everyone up. Granted I was like 8 or 9 but stinkfiend had nothing on the wretched stench that remained. I was able to dive back into my sleeping bag before anyone noticed who did it, but like I'm telling you It cleared a half mile radius from wildlife. Fucking owls stopped saying who and started saying holy shit. Anyways possible story idea if anyone wants to rip on my dumb ass decision

My dad is a good dad but is the most civilization dependent man on the planet. Hates bugs. Hates nature. We went on a float trip. We begged him to let us camp. He made my brother and I figure out how to set up a BRAND NEW tent he purchased for the event(which was nice of him and very expensive). I was like 9 and the instructions were all in Chinese. The float was first thing the next morning so we went to bed early. It was hot and there were a shit ton of bugs. He hated it so much that he got up in the middle of the night and slept in the car. From midnight until 4, the car was running and AC on full blast. The sun peaked over the Ozarks, he woke my entire family up and told us we have to go. We got in the car and left the tent. When asked why he left the tent he said, “We won’t ever need it again.” I laugh about this story to this day with my Dad. He’s so embarrassed by it.

A few years ago my friends and I went to hike a small off-shoot of the Appalachian trail. It was a 2 mile hike to the Shuckstack Fire Tower. We expected to not take too long so we were not prepared at all (casual clothes, no food, no water, etc). We accidentally took the wrong trail head tho and ended up accidentally taking a trail that looped around and was 13 miles in total. Around the 9 mile mark the sun set on us and it began to rain. We had no light, our phones were dead, and there was NOTHING around us. We considered staying the night at Shuckstack, but decided to just got for it. We continued following the trail with about 3-4 miles left using the flash on my friend’s camera for light. He would take a photo and we would move a few feet then repeat. The whole time we did this tho, we could hear something following us just off trail. We kept making jokes to keep things light-hearted, but it was terrifying lowkey. After hours we somehow found our way to the road and whatever was following us had disappeared. We were supposed to go 2 miles, but ended up going 14 miles and climbed an elevation of over 2,000 feet lolol.

Theres that time Isaiah and I well. Ahhhh you get the gist of it

I saw a fox while I was alone, and started crying so hard that I passed out because I thought it was gonna maul me to death.

My family used to be avid campers and I remember when I was about 5 two things happened 1. there was some sort of water baptism going on in a nearby pond 2. a girl pushed me down the slide (my mom later says she thinks this girl was trying to hurt me) 3. We got locked out of our camper so my mom lifted me up and pushed me through the window so i could unlock the camper.

My Family owns a bunch of land up in Blue Ridge north Georgia. Ive had many stories of the Birdman that came for kids and my family would hide in the woods and do the screetch in the dark and when i tell you we would piss our pants. there was also they hanging tree which sadly was an actual lynching Tree but we would drive near it at night be told that you can see ghosts there. Near our land is also a church from like the 1700s and it has an old grave yard there. we actually just had my uncles celebration of life at that old church.

In Boy Scouts at our summer camp my friends and I were older, we snuck off to the bathroom near by so like five of us are at this open air bathroom set up. We were about to light up some Mary Jane when my buddy was playing with his flashlight and he points it right at a bear. Said Bear got shocked by the bright light and fell off a rock, so we got the camp staff and the bear left, we did not get high though. On another night me and my two buddies went off to the gun range at the camp, it’s far and staff never came by that way. We enjoyed the time and after thirty minutes we headed back. We saw lights and instantly we all dropped to the ground and army crawled like 300 ft to avoid them.

I’m not sure if ‘fond memory’ is the right term but I vividly remember my older brothers pretending to get picked off one by one by a monster as a prank on a camping trip when I was 8. Even worse they started calling out to me in monotone voices after they ‘died’ like the creature was mimicking them to lure me in and kill me too. Great times!!

Nothing to add but dude that sounds like an amazing idea!

My family went camping every year, sometimes coupled with a late-night crabbing trip. I always remember that my brother would always get such bad sunburns. We one visited an old lighthouse and saw droves of horseshoe crab shells on the beach. When the tide went down, my stepdad carried us across the shallows to the small island, then we went to Denny’s lol

I hope you don’t poop your pants this time Hunter! ❤️

One time I was getting drunk with my friend in the woods and we kept seeing something as tall as a tree and shifting between the other trees. Not long after we heard whispering outside our cabin

I remember when I was like 12 (?) My dad took my sister and I on our first camping trip by a lake. It was a popular camp ground, but it was late summer so, it was the 3 of us and I believe a couple of my older cousins and a couple of my dads friends. In the middle of the night I had to pee, but the bathrooms were flooded with like ankle deep water. There were frogs living in the toilets, so we set up my dads truck near the tree-line, like a good 80ft away from the tents to use as privacy so we could relieve ourselves. As I was walking up to the truck I heard movement so I got scared and looked under to see if there were feet. There was (ofc) They were very small, smaller than mine and I was the youngest kid there. I was frozen in fear, terrified to get closer. I could still see the feet, they hadn't moved either, but I still had to pee so bad, so I just ran up to the truck trying to be badass and when I got to the other side ofc nobody was there. I would've heard them run away, I looked around the whole truck. Nothing. So I took the scariest piss of my life, and went back into the tent with my sister. Idk if it was the lighting, but the feet looked so pale, and blue. Like a dead body thats been in the water too long. I had a really hard time sleeping that night too just cause of being a scared kid, but I could've swore I heard soft footsteps right outside my tent until I fell asleep.

We'd go four wheeling on an old railway track. Like so old there weren't any tracks or any kinda hardware. Just a really long dirt path in the woods. Came to a clearing with an old ass 2 story wooden structure. Wood so old it goes grey. Looked like something you'd see in an old western movie on the side of a railway track. Windows smashed and broken. No door. And on the upstairs window was a crow strung up by the neck and you could see more hanging inside. Creeped us tf out so we got tf outta there. Wish I went in but I'm glad I didn't.

This one time I was camping with a friend who was freaking out the whole time. He woke me up at four in the morning and said “bro, did you hear that”. I listened for a bit and heard a very distinct “Moo”. My buddy then freaked out and made us pack up and go home. Great times.

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The one and only time i went camping i got the flu on night one and had to spend the rest of the trip sleeping in the car. My mom had to chase away a raccoon that was trying to get into the car in the middle of the night. Still havent been camping but now i spend weekends foraging lmao

the first (and only) time i went camping was with my uncle and little brother. the camping aspect itself was fine, even though i couldn't sleep on account of Wood Sounds ™ (anxiety, whatever) . what wasnt fine, though, was trying to leave. at somepoint, my uncle's back tires both started loosing air, with the left almost completely flat. it was fine, and actually served as a means to teach my brother and i to change a tire. but the right tire was still loosing air, not at a fast rate but fast enough that my uncle was worried about getting out of the woods to get enough service and call AAA. we barely got to some small town with just enough service to make said call, and by that time, the replacement tire was also loosing pressure. my uncle parked in an abandoned parking lot and stepped out to make the call, and i looked around the town we were parked in. it was barren, save for one man across the road, just staring at us. i was uneasy, but my anxiety was always really bad, so i ignored him and went back to reading. that is, till he started approaching the car. he approached my uncle and they spoke, but i couldnt hear anything, nor did i want to. the man looked thin, and had dark circles under his eyes. i didnt like the vibe. i felt like if i looked at him, something bad would happen. after a minute of talking, my uncle opened the door to grab his pressure gauge from the glovebox. as he grabbed that, along with a pocket knife, he turned to my brother and i and simply said "stay in the car." after that, i buried my nose back to my book, headphones cast by my side so i could stay alert. i never looked at the man. once my uncle eventually got back into the car and we drove away, i saw him put the gauge back, but not the knife. he said the man had fixed the tired well enough for us to make it to the nearby city and get it fixed proper at walmart. he didnt say anything else on the matter, which was out of character for him. we made it to walmart and got the tires fixed, and then got jack in the box, so i was content. i know it was only scary because i was like 13 or 14 but i still get uneasy thinking about that guy and that town. ive never been back.

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Oh! Love this question! My favorite campfire memory is from my first camping trip in Itasca State Park in MN. My husband and I made popcorn on our camping stove and we were eating it around the fire when a raccoon came up to us! 😨 We all froze and stared at each other and none of us knew what to do. He rambled off eventually, but that night they were searching our campsite hard and two of them started fighting one another right outside our tent. It sounded brutal 😭

In 5th grade we went to a camp that was connected to a farm and a cemetery/church. The guys cabin was right next to a oval (we don’t have rectangular football fields in Australia) where people played football but there was no lights for it so if it was night you couldn’t see anything other than the moonlight coming down onto it. The first night there we hadn’t closed the curtains yet and me and my friends were reading Spookiest stories by Paul Jennings when we noticed a shadowy figure dash across the football oval and stop dead centre on it. The figure dropped down to their knees and bowed to the ground as if they were praying to some kind of deity. At this point we freaked TF out and turned the lights off, shut the curtains and peeked through the gaps. The figure then got up and just slowly walked off the field out of sight. The morning after we were too freaked out to tell anyone and it didn’t help that we were going to have a tour of the cemetery ground that day 😂 In reality it was probably just one of the teachers absolutely drunk out of his mind or trying to fuck with us… but who knows.

I stepped on a melted snickers bar in the woods as a child and I almost screamed thinking it was shit.

One time when I was camping with my Boy Scout troop, I was woken up by this wailing-moan noise. I tried to sleep through it, chalking it up to some miserable animal in the woods, but the noise shuffled closer to my tent, evolving into this wail-moan-gag sound. It was so weird that my curiosity got the better of me. I unzipped my as quietly as I could and poked my head out. I saw what looked like a shifting mass of yellow stars shuffling towards me, topped with a gasping, sputtering, glowing mouth, floating in the darkness. I dove back into my tent, scrambling furiously in the darkness for my flashlight as the wailing, gagging thing got closer. My hand made contact with the cold metal of the flashlight, and I turned it to the glowing thing… One of the kids in the troop had chewed through a glowstick which proceeded to explode in his mouth and down his shirt. Don’t put things that glow in your mouth (I’m looking at you Isaiah) 👄

One of my favorite memories that’s been burned into my mind (pun not intended) was in 2011 camping in Colorado. That summer had a lot of forest fires. Well, one night we’re around the fire, Scoutmaster playing Country Roads on his guitar and the rest of us boys singing along. Crisp cool night, stars shining. In the far distance I saw the tiniest flickering of flames: a forest fire burning in the night. It looked like a little red flower in the wind. It was beautiful. The next morning we were told authorities would keep an eye on it. Around lunch the alarms went off and I walked out the lodge to see thick smoke in the sky, gentle ash falling, and a yellowish haze. We ended up getting extracted and stayed at a local center for safety. While there we helped the Red Cross and Salvation Army set up cots and pass out food to other Scouts and local residents. It was both terrifying and oddly exciting… I never forgot that day and it’s still a memory I look back on with nostalgia but also a bit of fear. Honestly writing this down and sharing with y’all has me tearing up a little bit. I hope everyone was alright and those affected are doing well to this day

Whenever i went camping with my dad he would recite the cremation of Sam Mcgee, its always been associated with camping and the forest in my mind

When I was in the national guard, there was one year that we spent 3 weeks at Fort Hood in the middle of the summer, just tents and cots. We all got bit by chiggers on day 1 and had welts the entire time and some of us had them for months after. One of the other medics got sprayed in the face with deet and had to go to the ER for an allergic reaction, and a kid that was allergic to red dye 40 snuck off base to eat Little Caesars and had an allergic reaction to their wings. Another guy decided he was going to go on a diet in the field which is the worst idea, and he continued to vape during his diet. He eventually passed out in one of the tanks and we had to take him to the hospital. Finally, one of the older guys got heat exhaustion in a port a potty and had to be dragged out and taken to the hospital. He literally passed out on the shitter. This is my only "camping" experience.

I got farted on by a ghost

One of my most favorite memories is going out camping with some buddies, we told stories around a campfire and got spooked. After getting spooked the only way to calm ourselves down was playing some Chinese fingertraps

A couple of buddies of mine went camping at a national park. One of my buddies had to stay behind and met up with us the next day, so it was just me and my other friend. We got all of our camping gear setup (mid June btw so we packed light), got firewood, packed a bowl and head out on a short hike. On the hike we went down to the river, swam around for a bit then headed back, and on our way back we saw 4 or 5 deer just chilling, walking around and eating plants and stuff. Absolutely amazing. Once we got back we settled in for the night, had another few bowls and just relaxed. We both woke up around around 4am, absolutely freezing, and I had to pull out my emergency blanket because I was so cold I couldn’t stop shaking, it was like 30 degrees out. After the sun rose, we got a fire going and warmed up, and spent the rest of the day lounging and chatting. I ended up going home early because my other buddy brought a bunch of contaminated food, so we all got sick but I was the only one who decided to leave. Best and only camping trip I’ve ever had.

I was at a local wooded park with a friend back in 2022 at night (i think it was like 10 or 11 pm). We were walking around playing Pokemon Go cause we were bored XD. there wasn't many lights in the park so there were a lot of very dark areas, especially towards the more wooded area in the pack of the park. Me and my friend were sitting on two benches toward the back of the park and I started hearing a voice in the darkness towards the woods. The voice was a loud whisper saying "Help" multiple times. i thought i was just hearing things because it was so quiet, but my friend also heard the same thing. I looked in the distance to see if i could see anything but there was nothing but trees and walking trails in the direction of the voice. Of Course having seen horror movies and not having anything but my phone on me I decided to promptly leave, but my friend wanted to check it out, after a little back and forth he decided to leave too. we have no idea to this day what it was and haven't heard it since. If anyone wants to know this was in Landa Park in Texas.

For our anniversary my boyfriend and I went camping, our first long distance trip together. I had been going camping since I was in diapers and he was fairly new at it, but he ended up enjoying it a lot. Halfway through the trip he proposed to me and my fiance and I are now set to be wed in the next couple years❣️And we want to go back to the campsite soon.

One time while camping for cub scouts we were all given one marshmallow for s'mores (because boy scouts sucks) and one of the older kids kept messing with me and while I wasn't paying attention it kinda just melted off and fell into the fire, and the camp leader guy wouldn't give me a new one. Total bullshit, boy scouts should die faster.

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I went backpacking on the Colorado trail with my best bud. He swears he saw a UFO during a 3am piss outside the tent. My other friend backpacked that same trail and saw a man with no gear walking. She crossed paths with another hiker and asked if she saw that strange man. And she said no? I haven’t seen anyone until you. She believes she saw a ghost 🙈

Yasss, here's mine. First off my best friend and I met 22 years ago when we we're 13 at a Christian-school. We got ourselves into a lot of messes attempting to have adventures while growing up, and an early example of that is one day when we were 16 we decided to drive up to Ruidoso so we could "camp." I had never done so, and he fancied himself a bonafide-expert, so off we went while packing snacks and a tent. We planned to stay the night out in the woods. While driving there the first interesting thing was how we actually came across a deer once we'd been off-road for a bit, which may seem lame but all we had known our whole lives was a desert and we were finally surrounded by green. We slowed to a yield, amazed at what we thought was a genuine-looking statue, only for it to snap into action by finally blinking and darting off. The way it froze in place tripped us out, but we were more or less enthused by that sample of nature. What was bad is when we got to the spot and he realized we didn't pack the stakes for the tent. We were determined to follow through after having driven a couple of hours to get there, so we pitched the tent in the back of his truck. It had a wide tailbed but we were still in a cramped space, but we were making the best of it. I mean this is before our journey through relationships, battling addiction, stress of jobs, losing parents and friends through the web of time; things were simple, and our criteria for what was considered "epic" was a lot more pure. Like you would brag by telling someone something stupid like how you braved sticking a shock-pen to your metal chair just to seem cool to a classmate, or how showoff how edgy your taste in music was. It got late and as we were drifting off we were both increasingly getting more spooked by the sounds we heard outside. Breaking branches, shuffling movement around the pickup, the shaking of trees, an angry wind heckling us; all as we attempted to doze-off. But then we heard a menacingly guttural growl slowly make it's way closer and closer toward us. The cacophony of noises we heard that night spiraled us into quickly packing up the tent and driving two hours home, getting there around seven in the morning, tired as could be. It was only in hindsight that we accepted the fact that we spooked ourselves by hyping up what we thought we heard, and likely just needed an excuse to play video games rather than rough it out in some weird, southern-engineered teepee. That was one of the happiest misadventures, there are plenty of ones that were way more devastating and actually had impacts on our lives, but that is just one of those that we can look back to and grin after having stayed friends for over two decades.

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A few months ago my brother and I were around a fire with our family, and we told them the fleshgait story from memory as if it was something we experienced. They were all dead silent throughout it. And when we were done, after a few more seconds of silence, my uncle was like “WHAT??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? THAT HAPPENED TO YOU???”

My mother at summer camp would play a game with counselors called angels and demons. The goal was to find the counselors who were the demons. One of her friends was running around and somehow there was this metal rope hanging. My mom’s friend ran into the rope and almost decapitated herself. The ambulance was called and she was driven to the hospital. She kept coming back to the camp the years after.

I once went to Boy Scout camp except it was held in a guy’s backyard. I know sketchy but it was Mormon Boy Scouts so no one really questioned anything. The guy had these two massive black labs. One of the dog’s had quite the “attachment” to one of the other guys there. Basically the dog would follow him around non stop and jump his leg a lot. One night some of the guys get the bright idea to take the guy’s pillowcase and give it to the dog which I have no idea how this managed to happen but the dog “finished” in the pillowcase. And yes it was put back on without him seeing any of it. He slept with it on his pillow and from then on we called it the jizzallow

When I went camping at 10 years old, some fat, horror obssessed autistic kid's grandpa in a wheelchair shot my dog and I never really recovered.

Oh ive got a good story for ya. So me and my friends go on a little camping trip for a birthday one of us had. Nice open landscape leading up into the mountains. Some spring water right nearby, with a lovely view of the river. We get some alchohol out and start drinking, having a good time right? A lady i was with at the time was eyeing this other girl that came on the trip. So we chat it up and go on a little hike just me, my girlfriend and this other girl. All of our friends ag the campsite are busy talking and drinking and going to the river. They dont notice or care that we all wander off, so we're chatting this girl up and getting to know her better, we had met her at a gas station in our small town. She was working as a clerk and was rather cute, fit and bubbly. Both my partner and I agreed on that much. So we were the majority of why she came in the first place. We keep walking down this lush green forest with oddly spaced out trees and a dense afternoon haze in the air from the summer heat. We're all a little tipsy so its feeling a little more hazy than normal. We get to an area with a small stream of water coming down the mountain and running off of a cliff face and splashing down an outcropping of rock. The rock making a pseudo cave with its protruding self that delved into a real cave further back. We all sit down on this big flat rock by the entrance and joke about going in and we drink more liquor. Letting our feelings become more entangled. One thing leads to another and we have two girls "helping out" our new "buddy" with her stress on this rock. After we're all quite finished we decide to drink some more and most to this dark wet maw beckoning to us. We try to use our phone flashlights to look inside but they only reach so far and we're drunk enough at this point it didn't matter. So we all step inside this small cave and walk in for what feels like minutes. Just going on and on, after a while the girl we brought said she needed to pee and as we are rather deep in this cave we just have her go around a small rock up ahead of us. Me and the girlfriend were looking st the ceiling where there were some outcroppings of rocks. As we were gearing up to turn around and grabbing our bottle the girl we brought screamed bloody murder, we were startled enough I dropped my phone and my partner jumped back to the far wall. The light gas station girl was using was nowhere to be seen and because my phone was the muddy floor of the cave, the only light was from my partners phone near the entrance. Gas station girl suddenly sprints past yelling "get away from me" moving so fast we barely saw her come towards us before she rammed into my partner on the way out of the small entrance to the larger hallway. And of course my girlfriend drops her phone too. So now, in the dark of an unknown cave, drunk and scared. We hear breathing. We ran so fast out of there leaving her phone and only taking my mud covered phone, slippery and impossible for me to turn on any light stronger than my dim lock screen. We could barely see as we sprinted through the cave ramming into walls and scraping the jagged surfaces along the way. We still couldn't deliberate days or weeks after if we really heard footsteps following us on the way through luckily, however. We make it out to the entrance relatively unscathed other than a few cuts and scrapes but brace ourselves at the entrance for our would-be attacker. And we saw..no one, nothing. Not a noise. Not a person. Not even the sounds of the trees. We turn to see gas station girl sitting on the large flat rock from before curled up. We call over to her to see if shes okay and she says nothing but looks up. As she does, her eyes widen and she screams again and scrambles off of the far side of the rock and into the woodland. We turn to look behind us but still saw nothing. We followed quickly but mostly confused so not with the same level of haste I suppose. As we return to the campground we see her car driving rapidly away from camp. Eveeyone is asking us what happened because apparently she said nothing to anyone about it, got in her car, and drove away. She left town with her parents about a month and a half later and we never heard from her. Even after my then girlfriend and I parted ways. Still freaks me out.

Right before we went on a camping trip, my cousin stole my dad’s gun and tried robbing a store with it and posting it on social media, keep in mind he’s like 15. So when my dad came to pick us up to leave, he’d seen my cousin show up. My cousin and dad immediately took off running, my cousin slipped away and we left to go camping. Don’t worry he got arrested eventually but still funny to remember about.

My fat drunk ass once broke a camping chair in the night and the next day I let my brother in law think a bear did it.

i just paid the IRS 1400 because I had health insurance I wasn't qualified to have access to bc I didn't want to pay hundreds a month from my employer so that's my horror story for the year.

Man when I was pretty young maybe 8-10 my brother and a few cousins and I would go fishing and camp over night like go early in the morning and be there all day and night and leave the next day like early afternoon normally but one time my uncle was always drinking normally but on the camping trip he would get really drunk at least thts how I remember it but at night we would have like hotdogs and cook them on sticks over the fire and just hangout by the fire and he would tell us scary stories he would just make them up as he went and I guess he got pretty into it when he was drinking he told us a story about old man river tht lived by the lake and if he found ppl fishing in the lake he would chop them up and throw them out in the lake for the fish lol and idk how it went but tht was the main part of it and he would do this with a lot of stories toward the end he would like get super quiet and say did u hear tht what was tht and my cousin I think was in the tree line or bushes whatever with a bucket and something shaking it around and tht was the sound the killer would make so he my uncle would start freaking out saying he found us and tell us to get up and start running toward the car whenever he stood up but right before he stood up my cousins tht was in the trees jumped out and said who's fishin in my lake or who's at my lake im not sure im almost 40 at this point so its been a long ass time but when he jumped out and said tht my uncle just yelled and booked it so everyone else did to and we were all freaking out my brother started crying and one of my cousins tripped and scraped the shit out of his knees and hands lol I never ran tht fast before I think I got to the truck before anyone else did and when I got there my uncle was already there and he was laughing so hard he was in tears he thought it was so funny tht he scared all of us tht bad lol and he use to tell us stories at home kinda but we had Luke a bonfire out in the wash behind the house and told us a story about a 3 legged coyote named 3 leg tht he trapped in a like bear trap or something like tht and he managed to get out but lost his leg thts why his name was ol 3 leg lol but it remember my uncle and would alway try to come after him but my uncle said he took care of him by making a hole tht was deep enough the coyote could get and putting a tarp over it and covered it with dirt and it fell in the hole and got stuck and said he probably died in tht hole and he said tht it bit him on the back and he had this scar he showed up so we believed it 100 percent but at the end he said no one move 3 legs here and he has his whole pack with him were gonna have to run for it back to the house and when he said tht I just took off I dont know if they followed me right away but I ran so fast and we had a fence tht was barbed wire tht we would go through and i straight jumped over it cuz how scared I was lol

My family and I camped all the time when I was a kid. It was probably the only time we got along as a family. We went with our cousins too (so there were 9-12 kids and about 4-6 adults depending on which cousins came). on one trip in particular, I felt like I was grown enough to go to the bath house on my own - it was a row or two over from our site. Little did i know that a literal hurricane was about to come. I got lost in the middle of a hurricane. I saw my uncle and he helped guide me back to one of the older cousins as they were looking for me. My uncle died about 10 years prior. I didnt know it was him until after i told my dad how I found my cousin.

I used to be in boy scouts and go to a summer camp for all the scout troops in the TN area, it was kinda a thing where youd do classes to complete badges and was completely outdoors. They had these tents youd could sleep in but I hated them bc they were full of bugs. So my solution was to just put my hammock up in the trees and sleep in that with a tarp strung above it. Well that was all fine and dandy til one morning when I woke up to pee I noticed I had somehow gotten a tick on the tip of my dick. Had to end up ripping that lil fella out bc it was too small to remove with a tick key(the tick not my penis). Not a super fond memory but it is a memory.

first and last time camping a spider got on me and i screamed so loud it reverberated throughout the mountains

When I was 10 years old camping with my family + extended family, I watched my uncle run over a rattlesnake with his 2001 Chevy trailblazer and then roast said rattlesnake over the campfire that same night. My extended family are from Florida, so this is all very normal

I was camping at a lake near my grandparents place here in Canda when I was like 7 or 8 or something. At the time I was with my grandmother, uncle, and my sister. One afternoon when we were out swimming and fishing on the lake, I told my uncle I was gonna jump off the front of the boat. He jokingly said that it seemed fun, not knowing I was serious. Little did I know that the boat was still idling in place and my dumb ass did it. Thankfully it was a pontoon boat and my grandmother was fast enough in shutting the engine off while she screamed the most horrific scream I had heard at that point in my life. On my way down was then when i realized that i didnt remember anyone fully shutting the boat off. And for that little time between me hitting the water and me floating up, my mind raced with thoughts of me hitting my head on the side of the boat or getting caught and turned into ground up fish chow. The fear I had when I was surfaced was nothing though compared to the fear I had the rest of the day due to the fact that I knew I was gonna have to tell my grandfather when he was back from work, and what I would have to tell my mom the next day after my mom came to pick us up. And they must have know my little fat ass was shaking, cause that was the one time I think I missed getting an ear full for doing something that stupid. LOVE FROM CANADA 🇨🇦 I look forward to every Sunday to get my Creeped Cast!!!!!!

Went on a class camping trip to a place called Camp Erdman. This was around 2004-05? Back then energy drinks werent really a thing yet as far as I know but the camp shop was selling Rockstar. Long story short a bunch of my classmates at the time bought a bunch and started chugging away. Long story short, this caused absolute chaos. There were kids throwing up, shitting themselves, crying, begging for their parents and I think one even passed out from the sheer amount of caffeine in those bad boys. Long story short, thats when I learned from a young age that adults dont always read the warning labels and some of my classmates were going to grow up to be drug addicts. Long story short, it was a blast. A lot of the activities were freed up and that just meant more fun for the rest of us!

We were cleaning around an old cabin my great grandma let us use in the summer. And I hockey sticked a rabid raccoon away from my cousin and down a steep hill. We always wondered where he went because we never saw him again. It was scary I was maybe 10 at the most.

Once when camping with a friend, he set up a make shift swag out of a camo tarp that he had, however it started to rain quite heavily so he ended up bunking in my tent with me and for some reason threw his tarp over the top of the tent. Ended up waking up in the middle of the night feeling strange and noticed that the tent was filled about an inch with water. Woke my friend up but he told me to shut up and go back to sleep. Ten minutes later he woke up and agreed with me. Turns out that the tarp had covered all of the ventilation of the tent and the moisture from the rain had turned it into a giant suction cup that stopped any air from getting in at all. We rushed to the front of the tent to get out and found that the zipper had somehow gotten stuck at the bottom of the track and we couldn't get it open. We ended up having to cut the tent after realising that taking turns taking small breaths through the 2 inch hole that the zip could move was not enough. When we finally got out we saw that the reat of the people we were with had ditched the cold and were sleeping in the car with the heater on leaving us to almost die in the rain. Pretty fun time

There were a few nights in the army when I was out in the field, we were sleep deprived for probably 60 hours or so and I started hallucinating at night while pulling security. I would see full silhouettes of men with guns and Ruck sacks, only to find out that it was a leaf or something I had made up. Not really supernatural but down in Louisiana at fort Polk can be spooky at night when its just you at night pulling security

Had a strange situation on a trail in native/historic territory here in Iowa. There’s a place called Horseshoe Bluffs Trail. My girlfriend and I thought it looked cool, so we went to check it out. Mind you, it’s late into the fall season, so no one’s out here. We get there, and it’s a beautiful place, cliffs surrounding you on both sides roughly 180 ft high. We get down to a fork in the road that leads to the marshland. When we hear a female’s voice say “Hey, you!” for some reason, my blood went cold. I felt compelled to speak, but when I turned around, there was no one. We flanked around to the top where you could see everything just to be sure, but still no one. We left and swore to never go back, but every once in a while, I get the urge to, as if being enticed by something.

Me, my brother, my dad’s coworker’s gay son, and my dad were out camping in methland USA when i was about 9. We had gotten done shooting at cans and shit and were around the campfire cooking up s’mores and my dad was telling spooky stories. The Minor Sixty-Niner and UFOs were talked about but the one that was the scariest was about the bubbahead kids, a family of methed out disabled kids with giant water heads who’d roam the woods fucking with people and attacking them. Around then we started hearing branches cracking, hollering, and a chainsaw revving. Spooked shitless we begged my dad to go check it out and we hid in the camper. My dad starts shouting about it’s got him and to lock the door and then we started hearing arguing and a gunshot. Like a minute later my pops, uncle, and my dad’s coworker’s gay son’s dad come to the camper and say the meth cook with a trailer near our site heard them fucking with us and fired his rifle to shoo us all away. In hindsight, we should have probably left but instead the adults just stayed up late keeping watch to make sure we weren’t killed by Cletus. Near Columbia Missouri btw

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Awesome idea we’d love it!

I was at a summercamp with my JROTC program and we were sleeping in these cots in screened in cabins. We were the first round of campers that year and the cots had just been pulled from storage. Long story short my cot was full of rats and mice that keot crawling out and climbing all over me while i slept. They didnt bite or anything but i kept thinking it was one of my bunk mates messing with me.

I've never gone out to any kind of woods, which makes me a bit sad since I'd love to embrace nature like that.

during a geology field camp course in college we all got stranded in the middle of nowhere for 12 hours. the sediment of the field area we were in was a super fine clay that would make the ground slick and clump together when wet. just our luck we got surprised with a downpour. by the time we got back to our vans which was 1-2 miles from the main road, the wheels would just spin out. we were head to toe COVERED in mud it was an absolute disaster. after a couple hours of being stranded we got saved by a random dude on a 4x4 who shuttled us back to the nearest town where we sat under a grocery store awning for the next couple hours with extremely concerning glances from the locals who were concerned why ~15 college students were sitting on the ground covered in mud while eating full rotisserie chickens. we did eventually get the van to drive but we were sliding all over like it was fucking ice. we then had to shuttle groups of 6 back to camp (~1hr away) from the grocery store bc we only got one van out of the mud. all in all it took us probably close to 12 hours to make it back to camp. it was awesome

My group of friends from college and I go camping every year on Labor Day weekend. We’ve been doing this since 2021. Our first year doing this trip we went up to the northern tip of Michigan right before you’d cross over to the island-y part of Michigan. It was freezing cold and everyone spent the trip wrapped in layers but being all together still made it fun. The best/worst part is when my friend Regan tried to cook a chicken breast over the fire, questionably cooked it to where I thought it was a little pink in the middle, dipped the whole breast in a jar of mayo, and then ate it. She threw up her mayo-y chicken breast in the fire pit 30 minutes later.

I was on a field training exercise and also suffering from a throat infection. So in the middle of the night, when I couldn't stop coughing, I left the shelter to avoid waking anyone. I was a bit out of it and just kept walking into this field and then finally stopped and sat down. It was the kind of cough that just keeps going with no respite. I looked up, to see if the sky was clear and was stunned by the night sky. It was my first time away from the city at night. It was so beautiful. Orion was large and clear. I stared at it for awhile before I realized the coughing had stopped. It was getting too cold to stay out so I eventually went back to my shelter but I like to think that Orion himself cured my cough. If only so I get home good night's sleep. It's my favourite memory. Anyways, hope the camping is fun :)

I peed on a tree

I remember going camping with some guys from a church my family used to go to. A bunch of the guys went to the song-leader’s hunting club at the time, he had some old RVs/campers we would stay in. I remember two of my friends fired up their four-wheeler and rode down a trail. About 30 minutes later, we heard gunshots where they headed! It turned out some guy was just shooting; not at them, but pretty close! Also that night I went snipe hunting. I caught a big one for sure! (Yall should definitely go if you haven’t gone!) Another funny thing was that there was a port-a-potty about 30 yards from the campsite. One of my friends had to go while it was nighttime. My other friend had the bright idea the go and bang on the door and scare him! He waited a few minutes for him to get settled. I didn’t go with him, I was at the campsite. All of a sudden, banged on the door once, and then my friend on the port-a-potty just screamed! He came back a few minutes later and we were all cackling. We’ve joked about that ever since. The worst part was when we went to sleep. I was ready for bed, then I feel the sharp pain on my hand. I jumped out of bed freaking out! We looked and there were like 5-6 wasps in my bed, and one had stung me. I absolutely hate wasps, and I was paranoid all night long that one was gonna get me. I practically got no sleep at all. It didn’t help either that the floor heater(s) were on full blast! It got to the point to where I blinked my eyes once, and the next thing I saw was daylight. Looking back, I really had a good time overall. I don’t get to see those friends I went with much anymore. That’s why you gotta enjoy those time as much as you can. GOOD LUCK GUYS!!!

a favorite would be the red keyhole if you know it, my brother told me it on a trip, pretty sure isiah scared his sisters with it. but imo the best stories are the ones made up, would love a story like the one hunta did for the creepaid. all love boys cant wait for the pod!

I went camping for my bachelor party, beautiful Montana mountains and forest. Right next to a river. Waking up to nice chilly mornings, drinking coffee and cooking breakfast. Sitting by the campfire at night. Joking and telling stories with my best friends. Having some brews and laughs. Can’t ask for a better way to spend a couple days.

Went out into the woods/desert out by a res and climbed up into some ruins. We found a tunnel that had been blasted out through a mountain so of course we climbed through it. The whole time we banged on a drainage pipe to scare off any animals. I think by being loud we pissed something off. By the time we started walking back, I realized that the forest was completely silent. My phone for some reason was also showing the wrong time even though we weren’t near any state borders or time zone changes. I knew we had to to get the hell out of there. We got turned around and I heard a voice that wasnt mine in my head yelling to turn back. We had dogs with us and when we realized where we had to go, the forest was still silent and the dogs were pointing at something and sensing danger. We book it down into this ravine since there was no other option but to get back to the car. The funny thing is, at the trailhead, I had set aside a rock and asked the trail to tell me if I should take it later on. I guess I had a feeling something wouldn’t be happy if I did. Needless to say I let the rock there and all of the sounds of the forest came back, and my phone showed that it was an hour later than we thought.

There was a story of a headless woman that freaked me out when I was a kid, but also deeply entrenched me in horror. I remember watching Blair Witch at 2 am in the middle of woods in a shack I built under a fallen tree. Not knowing the difference between in-movie sounds and the ambient sounds around me was a great experience.

one time on the way to go camping in the arizona desert my mom told me a story of this hitchhiking woman who would be on the road late at night and if you saw her and didn’t pull over, she would end up in your car and start talking to you

I went camping for the first time last year with a big group of my friends. My buddies brought their dual sport bikes and after hours of riding around on the smaller ones I wrecked my buddies DR650. Love ya Wendi! ❤️

My dad split when I was 3,my stepdad came into my life when I was 11 years old when I was 14 we went on a camping trip I was still kinda new to calling him dad but this guy was really really cool, nerd like me, into firearms and history like me, i thought he was neat, we shared a beer when we went and got drinks for everyone from the cooler, it's a short memory but I hold it incredibly close to my heart, love you dad

One of the cringiest and saddest things I've ever done was on a Mormon 4 day camping hike where we roleplayed as pilgrims pushing a cart through the desert, we performed a Mormon parody of be a man from mulan for a "talent show".

Last camping trip I went on Got shit faced and fell down a hill into a river ruining my wallet, phone, and pack of cancer. Truly a terror worth fretting over. I also couldn't figure out how to put my tent up so I just slept in my car but when awakening I had to shit so immensely bad I drove like a half hour out to the nearest park and had to pay 20$ to enter and use the bathroom, taking a toe curling shit on a metal toilet in a park bathroom with no air ventilation on a 100° day with people walking by the stall so close that I can hear detail in conversation was not great, top ten worst camping trips of my life.

My favorite story to tell at a campfire isn’t scary, but it’s about a girl I met just after I moved in to my new house. She came over and we were the same age (8 years old) and so I invited her in to see the house. After a few minutes she asked to use the bathroom, was in there for a minute or two then immediately had to leave. Maybe 20 mins later I heard my mom inside screaming “WHO SHIT ON THE TOILET?”. She pooped on my toilet with the lid down and left 😂 that always gets some laughs around a fire

“The Story of Her Holding an Orange.” When I was a kid this one older kid read us a story about some woman that’s always holding an orange. Stalking the MC and such. I remember it was a full moon night and a little chilly and everyone was so quiet as he told it. Good times. I cannot vouch if it holds up today since it has been a long time since I heard it and I’ve grown up lol, but I do remember it was a classic. There is a book version of it too. Author is Milos Bogetic

The last time I was in the woods at night im pretty sure I encountered a demon. Haven’t gone camping since 2018.

My cousins lived out on a farm and there were a bunch of tree rows and a huge yard in front of the house. On a clear spring night, we (5 dumb teenagers) were outside "star tipping." If you've never been star tipping is where you look up at the stars and spin in circles, then someone shines a flashlight in your face and yells "train" and you try not to fall over. I remember glancing over at the tree rows multiple times, it was creepy at night. It was my sister's turn and she had to pee but still went, then went in her pants. "Filled her boots" we always say. She and my younger cousin went inside while my older cousins and I stayed out. In the tree rows we could see something flapping in the wind. Thinking it was just a plastic bag, we kept horsing around. Then it started moving towards us and we realized it was human sized. It was every dumbass for themselves, until we realized it was grandma wearing a bedsheet. This was only her second most terrifying costume.

I lost my virginity in the woods… that was the finest mountain lion you’ve ever seen

My mom, brother, and i went camping one time when i was really little. My mom said after we fell asleep she kept hearing something big walking around our tent and it came up and was sniffing right by our heads by the back of the tent. She was pretty spooked and literally stayed up all night with her gun lol, it eventually went away but the next morning she got up and there were huge cougar tracks right behind where she had heard sniffing the night before, so we went home asap lmao

You guys should come stay here in NC at the devils tramping ground!!

I begged my grandad as a kid to tell me a scary story while next to the woods with the campfire going and he told me one about when the full moons out (like it was that night) these creatures or wolves or something like that coming from the woods to eat people. It was one of the first times I was ever terrified by horror and i think it made me interested in it from that really young age. I didn’t feel safe sitting around the fire with my family because the story sounded so real and it was told so seriously I thought we were all in danger lol.

don’t poop your pants while you’re with him

Wasn't on a camping trip but me, my brother, dad, and two of our church buddies went on a hike on one of the Northwest Arkansas trails (I was 8 or so during the time). Got to a rock face on the trail and decided to pretend to be Spiderman. Yelled out IM SPIDERMAN! Jumped, kicked the rock face trying to parkour, and landed face first in a pile of dirt. They still make fun of me for it to this day.

Theres a story i was told as a kid about a guy who gets killed, and his heart getd taken out and burid under a cabin, then the dead guy tries to get his heart back. Like Telltale heart but in Appalachia

Are yall gonna share a sleeping bag?

Independce was always my thing. I like to be alone in the quiet dark with my little roly poly pitbull suzy. We'd enjoy the nice calm cold quiet of Alaska, on a blowup mattress that fit in the back and on the flattened back seats of my old jeep Sahara. I loved it, I had thought i fixed it up to be perfect for Alaska winter. Id prefer a tent in the summer. There was this one time when we were both bundled tight in the same bag (got it extra large to share) watching speed racer. We had just eaten the fish I caught and cooked earlier outside, and settled. I felt some rocking on the sides but I thought it was just me or her in our adjusting. Suzy got real scared the second time it shook, when i realized it wasnt her. I slept with my jeans and heavier clothes on in case of bear or emergency. Thinking it was just that, a bear, I wiggled out slightly and grabbed the bear mace and flashlight. But when I raised the light it was the most two terrifying human eyes I had ever seen staring at me so intently and with such a deep predation to them. I screamed at the very top of my lungs, threw it forward the front of the car, grabbed my keys from my jacket in the passenger and sped off as fast I could. While searching for my keys, i saw in the mirror that he was named and skinny as hell, shit down the back of legs, and his hair had been pulled out in chunks, skull visible from the missing flesh. Reported to my mom, dad, the cops, the forest rangers, they belived me, but no one found him. Went camping in a different area entirely the next year, put curtains up on my windows for nighttime. Lost my grill that day but found a knife in the bumper the next.

My brother parted into the fire and caused a mini fireball

No which means I need to get out in the woods more often

Fogive me im not a great story teller but When I was like 8 or younger we went to our families old cabin in rural Wisconsin, it was a small place on a lake it barely had power and the bathroom was in a out house. When we arrived my dad noticed the windows were shaking. I heard it but didnt think much of it because I was a kid and me and my brothers weren't being quiet when we went to put our stuff in the room we were sharing. My parents room was in the front room with the main windows above their bed. My parents later told us and showed us photos but there were a TON of little finger prints all over the windows in their room. My dad didnt think anything was too wrong but so we spent the day playing outside. That night however there was a HUGE crash in the middle of the house so big that it woke everyone but me up my dad thought a tree fell on the house. I dunno how he convinced everyone to go back to bed and we left early in the morning and the finger prints were back on the windows. I didnt see anything wierd but I vaguely remember waking up in the night and just going back to sleep. Anyway quick true story!

Imagine this: church group camping, a bunch of kids on flattened cardboard boxes ripping down some hills. We loved sledding but we were in Puerto Rico lol also we had so many hot dogs

When I was like 6 or something I was out in the forest with my brothers behind my house, then maybe like less then 100 away when we stumble on a massive hole in the ground, we were approaching it when 6 guys with airsoft guns jumped on and fucking mag dumped us. Apparently we "walked in" on there mil sim and thought a 13 year old, 6 year old and 5 year old were "enemy combatants" that's a direct quote. These guys were like in there 30s. It took like 5 mins for them to stop shooting lolol.

We never went camping but my mom wanted to give us that experience. So we set up a tent and some sleeping bags in our backyard. We didn’t even make it an hour. My brother and I are having fun when my mom says “you hear that?” We get quiet and she does the Friday the 13th Jason sounds. Ch ch ch…ha ha ha…. “He’s coming”. We get scared just from the thought of Jason coming and go inside.

Some friends and I went camping in the middle of summer a few years back. It was a in a forest just off my friends family’s land. We had some of the devil’s lettuce and couldn’t find our way back to the house before a storm came in, so we hunkered down for the night. The next day at daybreak we wandered back to the farm and saw a large figure standing in the middle of the field. As we got closer, we realized it was one of the horses who died on its feet after being struck by lightning. It was horrifying to see. And then we had to figure out how to bury a half ton animal.

Haunted Harold is a story about a scarecrow that comes alive. My dad always told me it when we were walking around the farm or in the woods late. A bunch of different versions but it's a great campfire story

Had a scary run in with a person(s) on a trail near where I used to live. Patterson road, outskirts of west Houston, Texas. Being a night owl, I walked this area at night pretty regularly. The trail itself spans for several miles through the woods of the reservoir, a pavement path in a straight line, with no lights to illuminate the path, you’re left to what little moonlight shines through the dense trees. One night while walking the trail, I was maybe a mile or so deep on the trail when I heard a feminine voice from my left, maybe 5 yards away ask “are you alone?” followed by leaves crunching to my right. I pulled my pistol and yelled at the stranger(s) to stay back. The feminine voice let out a faint raspy giggle, like she hadn’t drank water in days. I heard the leaves crunch again but quickly and frantically, only I couldn’t tell if they were getting closer or further away, I didn’t wait to find out and broke into a dead sprint down the trail. Made it back to my car at the cemetery (the parking lot for the trail shares the lot with the cemetery) and haven’t walked the trail since. Pardon if my pacing is off, not the best writer myself.

Not mine but my aunt used to live in Italy and was camping next to a volcano with her husband and my cousin. They're chilling and getting ready to sleep for the night when they start hearing packs, plural, of wild dogs start howling. All night these dogs kept going. The next night she was walking with my cousin and a buddy they were also with, when a pack of the wild dogs emerges and starts chasing them, luckily my uncle is a cryptic creature and spawned in (aunts words) when my aunt started scream and did something I can't remember to chase off the dogs, probably shot em knowing that man.

Be sure to bring lots of Bacon! Not turkey bacon, that doesn't count!

When I was in middle school I went camping with my family and late into the night we kept hearing weird low noises and I swore my tent kept being touched by something, scared the shit outta me but I didn't dare leave the tent and see what it was. The next morning we woke up surrounded by by a herd of free range cows! They had moved to our camp site in the night and I was so relieved because they were pretty friendly.

we went camping a lot when i was reeeeally little. i was the only girl and it was always me, my parents, and my three older brothers. one time we went camping in our new, big, fancy tent and i was so amazed how we could all fit in it. i couldn’t sleep because i was an anxious child and every noise was definitely a creepy crawly coming to get me, and I’d also been holding in every bodily function all day because- shocker- as an extremely anxious child, I was very afraid of the “outdoor public bathrooms” (just actual bathrooms for outdoor spaces.) so i laid there forever trying to get to sleep, and jumping at every strong breeze that shook the tent, and eventually, it got me. one jumpscare later and my dad had to get up to take me to shit in the middle of the woods because i still refused to go to the public bathroom. scariest thing that’s ever happened to me, being 6 and a girl and pooping in the woods while holding my dad’s hand.

This will probably be the lamest one, but I grew up in Central Ohio and we'd regularly go camping on my grandparents property in the summer down by the shelter house. It was a bare bones roof, cement floor, 3 walls with supporting poles setup. It was built next to a creek for fishing and partying. Us kids would go play in the creek during family gatherings in the summer, then we'd camp in tents around it. If you dug into the clay of that creek, you'd find clams, and not just the fingernail bitties. I found one bigger than my 7 year old hand, and started petting it's spine, it's shell, to see if I could get it open. I finally resorted to singing to it, like Ariel from the Little Mermaid in my head. Tried different songs for several minutes. I shit you not. It started opening when I started singing the Jimmy Neutron theme song. Slowly, then almost completely. I uncemented myself from the clay, still singing, and took it to show the buzzed af adults. As soon as someone randomly yelled, it snapped shut. I could not for the life of me convince ANYONE this actually happened even though it was one of the coolest moments of my childhood, and ever of camping😂🤌

The story about a lady who's mom dies in a hospital and they think she's crazy. Scary Stories to tell in the Dark: Alvin Schwartz

I would love to see you guys do "Scray stories to tell in the dark"

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The only memory I have from camping was when I was in the Boy Scouts at some point during elementary school, so around 3rd grade. It was over a few days, and we had a bunch of lessons and activities that we were going to do, and one day we were going to practice whittling. They went over the usual rules, "push away from you, don't pull towards, make sure you aren't close enough to hurt someone, etc." I remember practicing on this somewhat large stick I found on the ground, and after about a minute of shoddy whittling, I realized that there was a split down the stick. I wanted to get rid of the split, but was too impatient to spend the time doing it properly. So instead of being a normal person, I put the blade in the split of the stick, and pulled towards me. Hard. I don't remember exactly what happened; either the knife came out of the stick, or it snapped, but the next thing I know, my thumb is sliced open, and I'm bleeding everywhere. I never went to the hospital or got stitches; we just wrapped it in paper towels, and it healed normally. I don't remember how deep the wound was, but I remember my dad being freaked out. This is the only memory that stands out to me.

Used to go camping every single labor day and memorial day week in the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest, we would camp so deep in the woods you could barely get AM radio, let alone a cell phone signal, with out driving or hiking up a mountain peek. Some of my best memories are falling down a mountain ravine at 2 am, drunkenly eating very undercooked fried chicken from a Dutch oven, waking my friends up with a shotgun right next to their tent, rallying forest roads in the middle of the night with my friends tumbling in the bed of the truck, sunburning only my legs after falling asleep under a canopy after being awake for more that 24 hrs, because of reasons.

Hiking solo up a mountain in Queensland Australia. The thick rainforest makes heading up the steep terrain slow and hard. No one uses the trail in summer because it rains too much but I’m young and stupid and decide I can do it. Thanks to this the trail is covered in roots and broken trees and of course it rains relentlessly. The only thing getting me through is the thought of a warm campfire and some dinner in my tent, and my ego. Every km or so I take a selfie for my girl. Little did I know I had a leech stuck on my face in one of the pics… about halfway up after 8 hours of slogging I freeze in my tracks. A cossowary just stands there, staring right through me. My adrenaline spikes and I’m just watching, waiting to see if it is going to attack or run away. After what felt like eternity it walks away. I set up my tent for the night and all night, as a thunderstorm crashes over the mountain and water flows under my tent, I can hear massive rainforest trees falling in the distance. Obviously I’m freaking out. I thought I could hear the deep kinda honking noise of a cassowary everytime the rain let up. It was so humid I was in a bath of sweat, didn’t get a wink of sleep. When the sun rises I got the hell out of there. So glad I did, every river crossing. Now had water flowing rapidly, much more than the day before. If I kept going I’m sure I would have been stuck on that mountain. I don’t know if I was paranoid that night and imagined a cassowary stalking my campsite all night, or if it was really out there in the leech infested forest.