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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: wildernessjunkie]
    #14373893 - 04/29/11 05:42 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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True story.

I used to work in wilderness therapy. We used to listen to the "Nightwalkers" pace laps around the tent/tipi at night. Regular, human paced footsteps, walking round, and round the shelter all night. No tracks to confirm it, just the sound. Really regular reports. All in eastern oregon. We found out later that there was a Shoshone burial ground close by.

I have extensive experience, living and teaching in the backcountry of eastern Oregon, and there are places out there that I WILL NOT camp out in.




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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: wildernessjunkie]
    #14374295 - 04/29/11 07:27 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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wildernessjunkie said:
True story.

I used to work in wilderness therapy. We used to listen to the "Nightwalkers" pace laps around the tent/tipi at night. Regular, human paced footsteps, walking round, and round the shelter all night. No tracks to confirm it, just the sound. Really regular reports. All in eastern oregon. We found out later that there was a Shoshone burial ground close by.

I have extensive experience, living and teaching in the backcountry of eastern Oregon, and there are places out there that I WILL NOT camp out in.




see, this kind of shit is extremely creepy too me. and when you bring it up with most people, they just look at you like you're fuckin' nuts.

that said, i distinctly remember recounting my wilderness scare with friends the day after it happened and i could tell they believed me just by the look on their faces.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: vjp]
    #14374399 - 04/29/11 07:49 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

This is great! I'm so glad somebody started this thread, I've always liked sitting around campfires and listening to scary stories, but have never been able to contribute my own until recently.

So,

I've been in school for a while now. Too long. I had spring break a couple months ago, and my life-long friend suggested I go back home to do some backpacking in the Los Padres National Forest (Santa Barbara backcountry). I agreed to go on this trip with my friend, because it had been a long time since we had been backpacking together. Life had effectively put us on separate paths and it would be a great experience to unite us again.

This was the first trip we had ever done without a tent. We just carried a tarp and sleeping bags.

The first day we got dropped off at the trail head, then hiked beyond the day hike range and ended up at a hotspring (about a 6 mile hike). We saw a few people along the way, all heading the other direction. Eventually we came upon a very wide, riparian wash full of cottonwoods. We had had a very wet winter back home, so this entire area had become a swamp, and we had to slog through some ankle deep, muddy water, through which clouds of mosquitoes would rise into the air with each step. We had hiked this same area a few years earlier, and it was not nearly as moist.

After a quarter mile of slogging, we completely lost any sign of a trail, but knew instinctively where to go. So, we ended up walking up-stream in the shin-deep, flowing river. We finally made it to the hot spring only about a half hour before it got dark. We ate some snacks, jumped in the hotspring, then we laid out the tarp and went to bed. It was the first night I had ever camped outside without a tent, so I was a bit paranoid about being “in the open.” We had been talking about bears all day and night before going to bed. Even during our hike that day we saw one large bear print in the sandy riparian zone. There was only one print….no sign of any others. It took me forever to fall asleep, because each time something rustled in the bushes my hair would stand up. Finally, I fell asleep then got woken up by the cold mist of some fog coming from over the mountains. We got up did our business, cooked breakfast, rested in the hotspring again, then headed out for day two.

My boots got very wet since we had about 823908 creek crossings that second day. We got to the second campsite and gathered lots of firewood and started a fire. While collecting firewood we saw many wood rat nests. These creatures are very mystical. They create little mounds of sticks in the underbrush of oak woodlands. I was breaking branches off of a fallen, somewhat rotten oak trunk when I cracked one branch off and there were thousands of little termites festering around on the rotten end. I cracked another large branch off with the help of my friend and a couple rats came scampering out of the trunk, saw me, and immediately went back inside. We gathered enough wood to last the night and the next morning.

I needed to dry my boots, but they took forever to dry. I ended up melting them, since I stuck them too close, which created a serrated edge around the ankle:

Day Three:
We set out, and immediately lost track of the trail. We found it again, but made little progress throughout the entire day because we kept having to stop and relocate the trail. We were following these pink ribbons that were tied to branches of trees. In the afternoon we got to a point where we found the last pink ribbon, past which there was absolutely no sign of a trail anywhere. The ribbon just dead-ended into shrubbery. My friend and I were pissed about this lack of trail maintenance throughout the whole trip, so we argued about what to do for a while. I wanted to hike up the side of the mountain, straight up since we knew we had to go west. Also, I wanted to get up somewhere high to get a good vantage point, and to look for a forest service road that we knew was nearby. My friend thought this idea was stupid, so we compromised and did another stupid thing at his request before doing my stupid thing. We simply hiked up the middle of this one creek for two or three miles. At one point we saw a large bear print in the sand. It was the only one. There were no signs of other bear prints anywhere.

The creek kept getting narrower and narrower, and the riparian vegetation kept getting thicker and thicker, so we decided to get out of the creek and head west up the side of the steep canyon, following the falling sun. Luckily the area had been burnt a couple years prior to this hike, so there wasn’t much vegetation to impede our movement. After going up about 1000-2000 feet towards the top of a ridge, we were forced to stop because there was an unburned area of chaparral. We basically had to crawl through the thick vegetation and climb up trunks of some of the chaparral trees. It took us about 30 minutes to go 100 yards. At one point I tripped, fell forward, and my neck came within inches of the spiky stump of a half-burned tree trunk. I kept seeing all sorts of deer mice running into their burrows and the entire hike I was half-expecting a rattlesnake to strike at me. We finally made it to the top of the ridge and realized that we had to go through another valley and up an entire other mountain to make it to what we thought was the trail.

My friend and I were out of water at this point, the sun had set and it was getting dark. We quickly set up camp in a small clearing amidst some small Manzanita shrubs. We were extremely exhausted, my feet were aching after spending two days hiking in soggy boots that now were cutting up my ankles. We were scared. It was a full moon, so you could see much of the scenery, minus the details. The full moon casted eerie shadows, and we heard rustling in the nearby bushes all night. My friend and I were talking about how weird it would be to find a group of lost Chumash natives out here that had somehow managed to completely avoid contact with civilization. Then a large owl flew overhead in the moonlight turning ever so silently across the valley. “The owl is traditionally a symbol of death." I told my friend. “Don’t say that!” he responded. We talked about how most animals are active and hunt during full moons because of the increased visibility.

I didn’t want to sleep with our food and bags so close to us. I kept hearing rustles in the adjacent shrubs. These often grew in intensity. I brought my hunting knife into my sleeping bag and gripped it tightly. At one point I could swear there was something not ten feet away from where I was sleeping, hiding in the bushes, smelling us. The hairs were standing up on the back of my neck, and chills were running down my spine. I did not want to get up. Finally, my friend rested our bags on some nearby shrubs. The rustling continued, and of course my friend fell asleep first, so I no longer had his company. Since we were sleeping on top of a ridge, frost descended overnight, and I woke up the following morning having found my damp socks and wet boots had frozen solid. Because of the cold and fear, I barely got any sleep the entire night.

We still had a long way to go. The final morning, we woke up and descended down to the adjacent valley from this ridge. We got some water, then followed what we thought was the trail. This led us astray once again. I climbed a thousand feet up this steep mountainside to get a vantage point, and I saw a trail on the ridge from the other side of the valley. We ended up climbing up the other side of the ridge with our back packs up a 50-60 degree slope on our hands and knees through some semi-burnt chaparral. We finally made it to a trail and to a road, where we walked (or in my case, limped) to the top of one of the mountains. We were out of water after another day of being lost and climbing up steep mountainsides through chaparral. A flooding storm was moving into the area that very night, so we used what little cell reception we had to call 911. We ended up getting airlifted out in a helicopter as the rains were beginning.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: insipidtoast]
    #14374473 - 04/29/11 08:05 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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This is great! I'm so glad somebody started this thread, I've always liked sitting around campfires and listening to scary stories, but have never been able to contribute my own until recently.

So,

I've been in school for a while now. Too long. I had spring break a couple months ago, and my life-long friend suggested I go back home to do some backpacking in the Los Padres National Forest (Santa Barbara backcountry). I agreed to go on this trip with my friend, because it had been a long time since we had been backpacking together. Life had effectively put us on separate paths and it would be a great experience to unite us again.

This was the first trip we had ever done without a tent. We just carried a tarp and sleeping bags.

The first day we got dropped off at the trail head, then hiked beyond the day hike range and ended up at a hotspring (about a 6 mile hike). We saw a few people along the way, all heading the other direction. Eventually we came upon a very wide, riparian wash full of cottonwoods. We had had a very wet winter back home, so this entire area had become a swamp, and we had to slog through some ankle deep, muddy water, through which clouds of mosquitoes would rise into the air with each step. We had hiked this same area a few years earlier, and it was not nearly as moist.

After a quarter mile of slogging, we completely lost any sign of a trail, but knew instinctively where to go. So, we ended up walking up-stream in the shin-deep, flowing river. We finally made it to the hot spring only about a half hour before it got dark. We ate some snacks, jumped in the hotspring, then we laid out the tarp and went to bed. It was the first night I had ever camped outside without a tent, so I was a bit paranoid about being “in the open.” We had been talking about bears all day and night before going to bed. Even during our hike that day we saw one large bear print in the sandy riparian zone. There was only one print….no sign of any others. It took me forever to fall asleep, because each time something rustled in the bushes my hair would stand up. Finally, I fell asleep then got woken up by the cold mist of some fog coming from over the mountains. We got up did our business, cooked breakfast, rested in the hotspring again, then headed out for day two.

My boots got very wet since we had about 823908 creek crossings that second day. We got to the second campsite and gathered lots of firewood and started a fire. While collecting firewood we saw many wood rat nests. These creatures are very mystical. They create little mounds of sticks in the underbrush of oak woodlands. I was breaking branches off of a fallen, somewhat rotten oak trunk when I cracked one branch off and there were thousands of little termites festering around on the rotten end. I cracked another large branch off with the help of my friend and a couple rats came scampering out of the trunk, saw me, and immediately went back inside. We gathered enough wood to last the night and the next morning.

I needed to dry my boots, but they took forever to dry. I ended up melting them, since I stuck them too close, which created a serrated edge around the ankle:

Day Three:
We set out, and immediately lost track of the trail. We found it again, but made little progress throughout the entire day because we kept having to stop and relocate the trail. We were following these pink ribbons that were tied to branches of trees. In the afternoon we got to a point where we found the last pink ribbon, past which there was absolutely no sign of a trail anywhere. The ribbon just dead-ended into shrubbery. My friend and I were pissed about this lack of trail maintenance throughout the whole trip, so we argued about what to do for a while. I wanted to hike up the side of the mountain, straight up since we knew we had to go west. Also, I wanted to get up somewhere high to get a good vantage point, and to look for a forest service road that we knew was nearby. My friend thought this idea was stupid, so we compromised and did another stupid thing at his request before doing my stupid thing. We simply hiked up the middle of this one creek for two or three miles. At one point we saw a large bear print in the sand. It was the only one. There were no signs of other bear prints anywhere.

The creek kept getting narrower and narrower, and the riparian vegetation kept getting thicker and thicker, so we decided to get out of the creek and head west up the side of the steep canyon, following the falling sun. Luckily the area had been burnt a couple years prior to this hike, so there wasn’t much vegetation to impede our movement. After going up about 1000-2000 feet towards the top of a ridge, we were forced to stop because there was an unburned area of chaparral. We basically had to crawl through the thick vegetation and climb up trunks of some of the chaparral trees. It took us about 30 minutes to go 100 yards. At one point I tripped, fell forward, and my neck came within inches of the spiky stump of a half-burned tree trunk. I kept seeing all sorts of deer mice running into their burrows and the entire hike I was half-expecting a rattlesnake to strike at me. We finally made it to the top of the ridge and realized that we had to go through another valley and up an entire other mountain to make it to what we thought was the trail.

My friend and I were out of water at this point, the sun had set and it was getting dark. We quickly set up camp in a small clearing amidst some small Manzanita shrubs. We were extremely exhausted, my feet were aching after spending two days hiking in soggy boots that now were cutting up my ankles. We were scared. It was a full moon, so you could see much of the scenery, minus the details. The full moon casted eerie shadows, and we heard rustling in the nearby bushes all night. My friend and I were talking about how weird it would be to find a group of lost Chumash natives out here that had somehow managed to completely avoid contact with civilization. Then a large owl flew overhead in the moonlight turning ever so silently across the valley. “The owl is traditionally a symbol of death." I told my friend. “Don’t say that!” he responded.

I didn’t want to sleep with our food and bags so close to us. I kept hurrying little rustles in the adjacent shrubs. These often grew in intensity. I brought my hunting knife into my sleeping bag and gripped it tightly. At one point I could swear there was something not ten feet away from where I was sleeping, hiding in the bushes, smelling us. The hairs were standing up on the back of my neck, and chills were running down my spine. I did not want to get up. Finally, my friend rested our bags on some nearby shrubs. The rustling continued, and of course my friend fell asleep first, so I no longer had his company. Since we were sleeping on top of a ridge, frost descended overnight, and I woke up the following morning having found my damp socks and wet boots had frozen solid. Because of the cold and fear, I barely got any sleep the entire night.

We still had a long way to go. The final morning, we woke up and descended down to the adjacent valley from this ridge. We got some water, then followed what we thought was the trail. This led us astray once again. I climbed a thousand feet up this steep mountainside to get a vantage point, and I saw a trail on the ridge from the other side of the valley. We ended up climbing up the other side of the ridge with our back packs up a 50-60 degree slope on our hands and knees through some semi-burnt chaparral. We finally made it to a trail and to a road, where we walked (or in my case, limped) to the top of one of the mountains. We were out of water after another day of being lost and climbing up steep mountainsides through chaparral. A flooding storm was moving into the area that very night, so we used what little cell reception we had to call 911. We ended up getting airlifted out in a helicopter.




did they charge you for the airlift (great story by the way)?


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: gerryjarcia]
    #14374489 - 04/29/11 08:08 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

No...so if you ever want a free helicopter ride...


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: insipidtoast]
    #14375424 - 04/29/11 11:36 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

We used to get that wierd flash of light in the night sky every once in awhile too. We talked about that in another thread recently. I always thought that was kinda creepy too.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: gerryjarcia]
    #14381222 - 05/01/11 03:44 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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gerryjarcia said:
Quote:

wildernessjunkie said:
True story.

I used to work in wilderness therapy. We used to listen to the "Nightwalkers" pace laps around the tent/tipi at night. Regular, human paced footsteps, walking round, and round the shelter all night. No tracks to confirm it, just the sound. Really regular reports. All in eastern oregon. We found out later that there was a Shoshone burial ground close by.

I have extensive experience, living and teaching in the backcountry of eastern Oregon, and there are places out there that I WILL NOT camp out in.




see, this kind of shit is extremely creepy too me. and when you bring it up with most people, they just look at you like you're fuckin' nuts.

that said, i distinctly remember recounting my wilderness scare with friends the day after it happened and i could tell they believed me just by the look on their faces.




Seriously...

I'm loving all these stories guys, keep em coming.:thumbup:

Insipid, that sounds like so many of, what me and my bro call "misery trips"... Minus the helicopter ride, that would have been awesome.
Exhausted and scared.... I feel amazing just reflecting on the relief of exiting the places after such experiences...


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Raven Gnosis]
    #14383476 - 05/01/11 04:13 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

I have a good ghost story. It happened to me around seven years ago, so the details are a little fuzzy. I should also note that I will tell events how I perceived them, which means I will let you decide what I imagined because of fear and what really happened.

My brother, my best friend, and I lived way out in the woods. There wasn't anybody else to hang out with or anything to do but play in the woods. So we were always out exploring the woods looking for a way to have fun.

One day we went out a direction we hadn't been before. We went up over this large hill and down the other side. On the other side there was a valley with a creek that we went down to.

We started to explore around this creek. It was pretty neat, it was clear and had rocks on the bottom, unlike most of the creeks around that were muddy.

Eventually we came upon this strange place. The ground was all burnt in a large circle and when we stepped into the circle everything got really quiet. The kind of quiet the woods never get unless something (usually bad) is happening.

We all caught on to this immediately. Looking at eachother, we didn't really know what to do. My brother was kind of uneasy, but was trying to reason away the fear. My friend and I just wanted to bail.

It was just one of those creepy vibes that you get in the woods sometimes. We started to head back and realized that it was just starting to get dark out. Also, unluckily for us it seemed some clouds were moving in and making it darked by the minute.

We were moving fairly quickly as we headed home. The entire way we could all feel something following us and watching. A couple of times we were sure we saw a shadowy something (for lack of a better word). It seemed to be like any old shadow in the woods, except it would move, flowing along the ground after us.

By this time we were all paranoid out of our minds. It got dark and we were in the woods with whatever this thing following us was. The woods still remained completely quiet.

To pile on our fear, as we neared home, fog began to roll in. It was neck deep and not too noticeable at first. Whisps that just sent a chill down your spine without really registering in your conscious mind.

The fog continued to get thicker as we swiftly hiked back. We got to this big field that goes from the edge of the woods to my house. It was covered in neck deep fog that couldn't be seen through.

We decided to make a break for it. We sprinted the final 200 yards or so. At one point I looked back and saw a menacing looking shadow try to leave the forest, but it was unable.

Of course no one believed us. They all said we had over active imaginations and were just being kids. It's hard to describe, but that fear was caused by something. To this day, I have never gone back to that spot. I don't plan on it either.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Aser]
    #14388910 - 05/02/11 02:24 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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I have a good ghost story. It happened to me around seven years ago, so the details are a little fuzzy. I should also note that I will tell events how I perceived them, which means I will let you decide what I imagined because of fear and what really happened.

My brother, my best friend, and I lived way out in the woods. There wasn't anybody else to hang out with or anything to do but play in the woods. So we were always out exploring the woods looking for a way to have fun.

One day we went out a direction we hadn't been before. We went up over this large hill and down the other side. On the other side there was a valley with a creek that we went down to.

We started to explore around this creek. It was pretty neat, it was clear and had rocks on the bottom, unlike most of the creeks around that were muddy.

Eventually we came upon this strange place. The ground was all burnt in a large circle and when we stepped into the circle everything got really quiet. The kind of quiet the woods never get unless something (usually bad) is happening.

We all caught on to this immediately. Looking at eachother, we didn't really know what to do. My brother was kind of uneasy, but was trying to reason away the fear. My friend and I just wanted to bail.

It was just one of those creepy vibes that you get in the woods sometimes. We started to head back and realized that it was just starting to get dark out. Also, unluckily for us it seemed some clouds were moving in and making it darked by the minute.

We were moving fairly quickly as we headed home. The entire way we could all feel something following us and watching. A couple of times we were sure we saw a shadowy something (for lack of a better word). It seemed to be like any old shadow in the woods, except it would move, flowing along the ground after us.

By this time we were all paranoid out of our minds. It got dark and we were in the woods with whatever this thing following us was. The woods still remained completely quiet.

To pile on our fear, as we neared home, fog began to roll in. It was neck deep and not too noticeable at first. Whisps that just sent a chill down your spine without really registering in your conscious mind.

The fog continued to get thicker as we swiftly hiked back. We got to this big field that goes from the edge of the woods to my house. It was covered in neck deep fog that couldn't be seen through.

We decided to make a break for it. We sprinted the final 200 yards or so. At one point I looked back and saw a menacing looking shadow try to leave the forest, but it was unable.

Of course no one believed us. They all said we had over active imaginations and were just being kids. It's hard to describe, but that fear was caused by something. To this day, I have never gone back to that spot. I don't plan on it either.




I personally find this really strange...

Shadows and Wisps...

In my experience, they are actually the most common of the things I witness with my eyes when such things are happening in the forest. It's almost as if they have the ability to directly induce terror... A fear exterior to the internal fear you are already experiencing...
There was a time me my brother and his girlfriend were sitting down in the dark along a river shore in the forest and suddenly it literally felt like something tugged on my consciousness, I Instantly asked if everyone else felt that and of course they did. And as strange and far fetched as it sounds, we could see some surrealistic skeletal like figure made of shadows darker than the already dark night dancing toward us, it was not literally dancing of course, this is just the only word capable of describing it's un-earthly way of moving.
I had never seen people go as fast from directly sitting to sprinting as we did...
We made it out of the trees, my bro and his girl were way too afraid to look back, I saw the shadow lingering back there but saw a wisp moving around, once we out of there and onto a street, I looked back and saw it, the only way I can describe how it looked is like mist or smoke that had that stretched, sharp, unmixed with air look, frozen in time.
It made my body so cold, intense surges down the spine, hair standing all over my body... At one point it felt like it was trying to understand what I am, whilst warning me.
I nick named it "The Visitor"

I have other experiences with menacing shadows and the like following myself and others through the forest, causing similar phenomenon, but it's the same old story and feelings manifesting in a different way at a different time...
To be honest, it's more real than I myself would really like to acknowledge...

After going down to that spot a few more times, we decided that it was just one of those special places... and that we would not go back. I almost did a couple times but my brother 100% refuses. It's honestly not something I'd like to experience again. But given my closeness, love and work in nature,  experiencing such things is unavoidable at times.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Raven Gnosis]
    #14388954 - 05/02/11 02:33 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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I have other experiences with menacing shadows and the like following myself and others through the forest, causing similar phenomenon, but it's the same old story and feelings manifesting in a different way at a different time...
To be honest, it's more real than I myself would really like to acknowledge...

After going down to that spot a few more times, we decided that it was just one of those special places... and that we would not go back. I almost did a couple times but my brother 100% refuses. It's honestly not something I'd like to experience again. But given my closeness, love and work in nature,  experiencing such things is unavoidable at times.




i wonder, do you think that these "spirits" or whatever they are are attracted to certain persons? i mean, many people spend countless hours in the woods and nature in general and would have serious doubts about the stories me, you and others here are recounting.

is it that the spirits are always there and only some can see them? any thoughts on this?

also, how have you come to a place of "peace" with being in nature and knowing that there is a very real possibility of coming across a potentially malevolent "spirit"? do you think that perhaps this is partly why native americans had such a deep reverence and respect for their surroundings?


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: gerryjarcia]
    #14413674 - 05/07/11 02:56 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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I have other experiences with menacing shadows and the like following myself and others through the forest, causing similar phenomenon, but it's the same old story and feelings manifesting in a different way at a different time...
To be honest, it's more real than I myself would really like to acknowledge...

After going down to that spot a few more times, we decided that it was just one of those special places... and that we would not go back. I almost did a couple times but my brother 100% refuses. It's honestly not something I'd like to experience again. But given my closeness, love and work in nature,  experiencing such things is unavoidable at times.




i wonder, do you think that these "spirits" or whatever they are are attracted to certain persons? i mean, many people spend countless hours in the woods and nature in general and would have serious doubts about the stories me, you and others here are recounting.

is it that the spirits are always there and only some can see them? any thoughts on this?

also, how have you come to a place of "peace" with being in nature and knowing that there is a very real possibility of coming across a potentially malevolent "spirit"? do you think that perhaps this is partly why native americans had such a deep reverence and respect for their surroundings?




Talking from my experience, I'd say it's safe to assume that they are attracted to other individuals more than others, or more violently roused by their presence rather.
I know many people who hadn't experienced anything of that nature until they were around me, but I'm used to it and it happens to me often enough, so, it's the norm for me.

I think they are perceivable by anyone. perhaps it takes the right kind of person to catch their attention, maybe someone more connected to that place or maybe it takes walking into the right place at the right time, or some sort of cosmic opening for a lack of better words, or a combination of all of these.
I'm not even going to pretend to understand, because I really don't. It's implications are haunting and humbling to me, has deepened my life, no doubt, even though much of it is dark and terrifying. I think most people prefer the other end of the spectrum of experiences....

I've come to a place of peace with it just by openness, acceptance and respect, not to mention nothing is 'gunna keep me away from nature, too much a part of myself.:cool:
I don't even see the dark things as evil anymore, perhaps some of them are, but, regardless they are obviously much older than I and demand my respect. Who am I to be so arrogant as to act like I am something beyond or more and have the right to walk into a place like I own it.
I've actually had several encounters when I could feel it and spoke respectfully to it and left with nothing but hair standing on end, not being followed or having that terrifying feeling as if it is lunging at me or chasing me.

I get chills thinking about this one spot... It's like the thing always runs up behind me, I hear it and feel it... Your damned sure something is there and then there is nothing... Which makes it worse in my opinion... It can be the most beautiful relaxed sunny day, lah dee dah, birds singing, prancing down the trail with flowers in your hand and a smile on your face and it will still happen.... Hair on end, finding yourself suddenly about face ready to fight for your life.... Nothing... Stillness... The eeriest fucking feeling ever... I sincerely hate it, you can't help but shuffle or run as fast as you can out of that grove...

I have no doubt in my mind that the natives had reverence for these things... I can find direct evidence in it while looking at their histories and cultures... Some of the falls here they did not visit and were strictly forbidden by anyone but shamen on rare occasions, because they were such powerful places of spirit. I didn't learn this until looking it up after having a frightening experience at one of the falls at night with a few of my compadres. It was almost as if it was magnified because of the falls... Which made sense to me after reading the history.

It can be pretty overwhelming at times. So, I often don't speak about it until after something happens, I feel I often do a good job with making people more o.k. with it, especially when I tell them they have no reason to be scared unless I am, never know what people are subjectively experiencing though.:shrug:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Raven Gnosis]
    #14414226 - 05/07/11 08:33 AM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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gerryjarcia said:
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Raven Gnosis said:
I have other experiences with menacing shadows and the like following myself and others through the forest, causing similar phenomenon, but it's the same old story and feelings manifesting in a different way at a different time...
To be honest, it's more real than I myself would really like to acknowledge...

After going down to that spot a few more times, we decided that it was just one of those special places... and that we would not go back. I almost did a couple times but my brother 100% refuses. It's honestly not something I'd like to experience again. But given my closeness, love and work in nature,  experiencing such things is unavoidable at times.




i wonder, do you think that these "spirits" or whatever they are are attracted to certain persons? i mean, many people spend countless hours in the woods and nature in general and would have serious doubts about the stories me, you and others here are recounting.

is it that the spirits are always there and only some can see them? any thoughts on this?

also, how have you come to a place of "peace" with being in nature and knowing that there is a very real possibility of coming across a potentially malevolent "spirit"? do you think that perhaps this is partly why native americans had such a deep reverence and respect for their surroundings?




Talking from my experience, I'd say it's safe to assume that they are attracted to other individuals more than others, or more violently roused by their presence rather.
I know many people who hadn't experienced anything of that nature until they were around me, but I'm used to it and it happens to me often enough, so, it's the norm for me.

I think they are perceivable by anyone. perhaps it takes the right kind of person to catch their attention, maybe someone more connected to that place or maybe it takes walking into the right place at the right time, or some sort of cosmic opening for a lack of better words, or a combination of all of these.
I'm not even going to pretend to understand, because I really don't. It's implications are haunting and humbling to me, has deepened my life, no doubt, even though much of it is dark and terrifying. I think most people prefer the other end of the spectrum of experiences....

I've come to a place of peace with it just by openness, acceptance and respect, not to mention nothing is 'gunna keep me away from nature, too much a part of myself.:cool:
I don't even see the dark things as evil anymore, perhaps some of them are, but, regardless they are obviously much older than I and demand my respect. Who am I to be so arrogant as to act like I am something beyond or more and have the right to walk into a place like I own it.
I've actually had several encounters when I could feel it and spoke respectfully to it and left with nothing but hair standing on end, not being followed or having that terrifying feeling as if it is lunging at me or chasing me.

I get chills thinking about this one spot... It's like the thing always runs up behind me, I hear it and feel it... Your damned sure something is there and then there is nothing... Which makes it worse in my opinion... It can be the most beautiful relaxed sunny day, lah dee dah, birds singing, prancing down the trail with flowers in your hand and a smile on your face and it will still happen.... Hair on end, finding yourself suddenly about face ready to fight for your life.... Nothing... Stillness... The eeriest fucking feeling ever... I sincerely hate it, you can't help but shuffle or run as fast as you can out of that grove...

I have no doubt in my mind that the natives had reverence for these things... I can find direct evidence in it while looking at their histories and cultures... Some of the falls here they did not visit and were strictly forbidden by anyone but shamen on rare occasions, because they were such powerful places of spirit. I didn't learn this until looking it up after having a frightening experience at one of the falls at night with a few of my compadres. It was almost as if it was magnified because of the falls... Which made sense to me after reading the history.

It can be pretty overwhelming at times. So, I often don't speak about it until after something happens, I feel I often do a good job with making people more o.k. with it, especially when I tell them they have no reason to be scared unless I am, never know what people are subjectively experiencing though.:shrug:




great response :thumbup:

i suppose for those of us who are more "aware" of the spirit world around us it would be a good idea to come to a place of humble acceptance of that which is far, far beyond our control. perhaps these experiences are a part of involuntarily (or voluntarily for some) recognizing your limited reach of power over any given situation.

to be honest, i'm still trying to come to terms with my own personal "fears" of camping alone in the woods. i have a vivid imagination and being alone in the woods at night is a surefire way to stoke the primitive imagination far beyond the realm of reason and sanity.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Raven Gnosis]
    #14440182 - 05/12/11 01:25 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

This thread is really great, folks! Keep it up. I actually feel chills down my spine when I read some of these stories. It's refreshing to see that some people on the internet actually know how to write:thumbup:

Raven Gnosis, I really like what your location says. What an interesting way to think of the earth. After reading your posts, I'd love to take a walk through your woods sometime. I've never experienced anything like what you've described. I figure I'd be the person who wouldn't perceive anything while you are freaking out and saying, "we shouldn't be here."


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: gerryjarcia]
    #14440209 - 05/12/11 01:30 PM (12 years, 8 months ago)

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gerryjarcia said:
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Raven Gnosis said:
I have other experiences with menacing shadows and the like following myself and others through the forest, causing similar phenomenon, but it's the same old story and feelings manifesting in a different way at a different time...
To be honest, it's more real than I myself would really like to acknowledge...

After going down to that spot a few more times, we decided that it was just one of those special places... and that we would not go back. I almost did a couple times but my brother 100% refuses. It's honestly not something I'd like to experience again. But given my closeness, love and work in nature,  experiencing such things is unavoidable at times.




i wonder, do you think that these "spirits" or whatever they are are attracted to certain persons? i mean, many people spend countless hours in the woods and nature in general and would have serious doubts about the stories me, you and others here are recounting.

is it that the spirits are always there and only some can see them? any thoughts on this?

also, how have you come to a place of "peace" with being in nature and knowing that there is a very real possibility of coming across a potentially malevolent "spirit"? do you think that perhaps this is partly why native americans had such a deep reverence and respect for their surroundings?




I don't think it's mere correlation that human society is more and more plagued with violence, discord and general alienation at the same rate that nature is destroyed.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: insipidtoast]
    #14593101 - 06/10/11 10:02 PM (12 years, 7 months ago)

OK so I was camping out on the banks of the Murray River about 2 weeks ago on my own,clearing my head from a very intense trip I had about a week earlier.I hadn't taken any psychedelics since I tripped balls the last time so I am certain that I wasn't seeing shit..Anyway,It was a magic day,filled with fishing,bush walking and a shit load of JWH-018.
After I had made myself dinner and drank a few beers I decided it was time to catch a few Z's.So i retire to my tent,smoke a few more cones of J and proceed to have one of the most amazing sleeps of my life,until I was woken buy a faint stratching noise.I open my tent to find a water rat having a good old munch of a packet of Mi Goreng noodles I had left outside.I let him eat..I tried to fall back to sleep to no avail,so I loaded up another big ass cone full of J and proceeded to choof it like there was no tomorrow.As I'm laying there,feeling the wave of J rush thru me I hear a very loud,and close,rustling noise in the close by scrub.I thought it could be a waterfowl but that shit was too loud to be waterfowl.By this stage the J has completely taken hold of my mind.That mixed with these spooky noises was enough to get me up and out of my tent to inspect.As I was getting ready to unzip my tent this big fuck off shadow ran right past me,not 5 feet from where I was!.All I saw was a silhouette that looked to be that of a person run off into the distance and fade away into the night.
As the sun rose I went outside to look for footprints,or anything that could explain what this shadow was.NOTHING! I could not see footprints or claw marks of waterfowl..Scared the living shit out of me!..Keep in mind that where I live there are no bears,mountain lions or any freaky shit like that.just kangaroos,pig,snakes and rabbits and the odd fox.Be fucked if I know what it was but I would like to know..I plan on camping out in the same spot in a few more weeks with a good mate and video cameras

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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: spacecaked]
    #14594329 - 06/11/11 04:33 AM (12 years, 7 months ago)

cool story caked


Summer is here in the UK and i am going camping in a week, im in the south, if anyone wants to go camping just :pm:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: spacecaked]
    #14594745 - 06/11/11 07:11 AM (12 years, 7 months ago)

Never camp again :lol:





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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: nice1]
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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: nice1]
    #14594800 - 06/11/11 07:33 AM (12 years, 7 months ago)

nice vid nice1 :eek::stoned:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: desant]
    #14594823 - 06/11/11 07:42 AM (12 years, 7 months ago)

:smile::thumbup:

I gotta admit last time I camped solo in the wilderness, I remembered watching that and I felt a wee bit scared but then just felt like fuck it, it would be kinda cool. :grin:

I mean scary things can be good like theme park rides :smile: and in the words of Bil Hicks - life is just a ride :smile:  If I got a chance I'd jab an alien in the face.  It would be funny :lol:  They probably just suck my sperms out and make weird alien babies tho.


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