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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Riz]
    #15732741 - 01/29/12 08:37 AM (12 years, 3 days ago)

thanx for input dudes

lets keep the fire burning:
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread544351/pg1


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: desant]
    #15738140 - 01/30/12 01:33 PM (12 years, 2 days ago)

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thanx for input dudes

lets keep the fire burning:
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread544351/pg1



Woah dude I've heard of some weird things up in siberia but never that. Defintely a mystery. Funny how things like that never seem to get any media coverage...

I guess I'll tell my second story it wasn't really in the wilderness but it was pretty crazy probably more so than my last story because we all could have just been tripping out to some animal in that forest but this seemed more real and unexplainable.

Me and my buddy were walking through this big field not too far from where I live and go to college. On three of it's sides it is bordered by brush that eventually leads to properties but on the fourth side it is bordered by a sizeable forest that basically cuts off one section of residences from another way further up the hill.

As we were walking through this field a thick fog came up. I'm talking like you could only see somebody if they were right beside you. It was pea soup. We were slightly tripped because both of us had eaten a few grams of shrooms and the fog made the field seem way bigger. It felt like we were walking through it forever.

After awhile I happened to look towards the forest and noticed that while it was pea soup in every other direction I could see the forest clearly and it was throwing out a huge shadow that almost came toward us. I can't really describe fully how weird it looked with fog on every side and then a clear view of the forest throwing out a misty shadow. It almost looked as if on one side there was a lake of shadows encroaching on us and me and my buddy both started tripping pretty good on this.

All of a sudden my buddy started calling out from behind me saying he felt like he was in a cube or something. Mystified I asked him what he was talking about.

"It's like when I step in this shadow there's a little Sensation and everything around me seems to get all distant and far away" in his exact words. Of course I thought he was just tripping and stepped toward him to see what he was on about. To my disbelief as I stepped into the shadow I felt a slight humming sensation and everything around me except for my friend seemed and sounded distant and far away. It was like I was underwater or the shadow formed some kind of barrier of sorts. Everything outside of it the fog and the field seemed to grow out of focus and forgettable. I started to sketch out and stepped out of the shadow. Immediately I felt the same sensation except this time in reverse as my hearing and perception returned to normal.

I suppose there is a possibility it was a shared trip but the boomers were not very strong and it seemed extremely real. I have not had any experience like it since.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: desant] * 1
    #15739078 - 01/30/12 05:01 PM (12 years, 2 days ago)

In the past month there have been 5 horse mutilations in the south uk

Surgical incisions, no blood found at the scene.  Police actively covering up the incidents.

Whats your theory?

Cornwall
www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cornwall-16701045

Wales
www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/2012/01/08/owner-s-grief-as-sick-thugs-leave-beloved-horse-horrifically-mutilated-91466-30078734/

Okehampton
http://www.okehamptonpeople.co.uk/Police-warn-Westcountry-horse-owners-horrific/story-14380295-detail/story.html

Testimony from one of the horse owners...



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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: nice1] * 1
    #15739136 - 01/30/12 05:12 PM (12 years, 2 days ago)

That's like the cattle mutilations from the southern U.S.
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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: 4runner]
    #15741336 - 01/31/12 02:48 AM (12 years, 2 days ago)

Waw good 1 nice1 :strokebeard::thumbup::crazy2:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: desant]
    #15814662 - 02/15/12 05:44 PM (11 years, 11 months ago)

Wow,wow,wow! McMushrooms420, that blew my mind on so many levels. Thanks for sharing.

Check this out too which is a must see for all of you who enjoyed this thread. Goes into more on the "The Dyatlov Pass incident," and other interesting places.

Ancient Aliens and Evil Places: http://youtu.be/cA_gBW1FZSw


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Tomandjerry58] * 1
    #15901509 - 03/04/12 10:38 PM (11 years, 10 months ago)

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Abandon PA turnpike Breezewood PA
Im a driver and i normally do some walking everyday. Walked up on this abandon highway one day after following a bike trail and it turned out to be an abandon highway. Really cool place but i wouldn't recommend trying the 1 mile long tunnel without a flashlight. I turned back the first time cause i was too skeeeered. And most likely the creepiest place ive ever been on a hike.





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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Niffla] * 1
    #15902889 - 03/05/12 09:26 AM (11 years, 10 months ago)

Looks like an excellent place for a party.

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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Kada]
    #15938623 - 03/12/12 05:00 PM (11 years, 10 months ago)

awesome tunnel! someone could be living in there haha.  My creepiest was when a dear almost hit me... well... terrifying I guess not creepy.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: LambsEar] * 1
    #16009477 - 03/28/12 03:35 PM (11 years, 9 months ago)

Well I suppose I'll tell mine.

Turner falls is one of my favorite places nearby to go camping. It's filled with trails, natural bodies of water, and a beautiful 70 ft waterfall. In the years past I have had some interesting experiences at a certain campsite high up in the Arbuckle mountains above the falls. The experience I had at this campsite this past November really took
the cake.
I took three friends who had never been to the camp, not really informing them of my minor past experiences there because they were relatively insignificant up until that point. a few bipedal footsteps here, a missing pack of tortillas from a closed cooler there. Nothing crazy just weird. I mainly chose the spot because you can see the stars really well and the sunrise over the adjacent ridge and we were going to be low dosing for some enhancement of our star gazing. In the back of my mind though the possibilities of what weird shit had, and could go on was there.

We built a fire and settled in for the night chatting for a while and then after a few hours ate a gram and a half each of Cubensis. Earlier in the night there was a roving band of drunk country boys singing and laughing loudly down below in the creek valley. A neighboring campsite was being drunkenly loud as well and then after about midnight things quieted down significantly. Several times the fire started to go out. I went to get wood from inside the forest and I heard movement ahead of me that sounded like a large animal possibly human. I called out and got no response. I threw fist sized rocks in its direction hitting trees, but whatever it was didn't scurry and seemed to be coming closer. I started to recall similar events like this from the past trips I had in the area, and gathered what little sticks I could to stoke the flames and hurry back.
At one point the fire was really dying down at about 3-4 am to mere embers. The light it provided no longer extended more than a few feet from the circle. Our deep bemushroomed conversations were abruptly interrupted when we heard encroaching rustling in the woods. Things got so quiet save for the rustling footsteps. This time there was a bad feeling with it. I had butterflies in my stomach but in a more intuitive "bad vibe" sense than mere nervousness. Then we heard the movement go from the woods to the gravel trail that the car was parked on in front of the campsite and this made us all realize how close the encroaching visitor was.
  We all stood up out of our camping chairs and the persons closest to the direction of the footsteps came to my side of the fire. My friend's younger sister starting clutching my arm fiercely and this caused my hair to stand on end. I felt the need to take control of the situation so I called out in a pussified voice: "h..he.hello?" and grabbed the lantern and the hunting knife. The lantern did jack shit for visibility as it wasn't a flashlight. I could only see 6 feet around me with it and I fumbled to shut it off to see in the night better. Moving closer to the paved trail I called out again and this time I hadn't even noticed but something had been crouched behind the tree next to the car. As I shouted this "thing" ran from behind the tree and hauled ass up the paved trail and into the woods. In the moonlight I caught a glimpse of a dark brown creature maybe 4 feet tall, covered in hair that was running on two legs and not like a bear either. I did not see it's face because it was turned away fleeing. It had a trash bag in one hand that must have been half full of garbage and was rustling loudly as it dipped out of sight. It looked like a juvenile bigfoot or sasquatch creature. That's the only way I know how to describe what I saw that night.

The others drilled me about it and I told them I had no Idea what it was and described it as best I could. We were stuck in one of those "no way" moments and the mood turned from fear to curiosity. We excitedly debated what we encountered until the sun rose. After doing some research I find that the area is apparently famous for it's own unique group of reported large bipedal hairy creatures. I couldn't help but laugh when I stumbled across this one tripadvisor report:
"Within minutes a drunk and scary man came walking down to our site making crazy sounds, hiding in the bushes and throwing rocks at us"
I guess they just like to mess with campers and eat their food/garbage :shrug: I will be returning again in the future to make friends and offer some munchables to the little bigfoots.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: ShroomDoom]
    #16010188 - 03/28/12 06:36 PM (11 years, 9 months ago)

Last night I was at a buddy's place way up in the mountains (the photo in my sig shows the view from his roof). We were sitting on the roof smoking a blunt at around 8:30 as it started to get dark and we witnessed what is known locally as the Brown Mountain Lights. You don't have to be at the Brown Mountain overlook to see the phenomenon, but we were close to BM. A storm was coming in from one side and I believe what we saw was the rare ball lightning. A bolt of lightning struck a nearby peak and a few miles below where it struck we saw a beach ball sized object (probably five miles from us) generate out of thin air. It bounced, ducked, and turned erratically on a dime for about 2 minutes and 15 seconds before vanishing. It was super cool, but it was kinda freaky too.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: GuruBushHippie]
    #16010981 - 03/28/12 09:11 PM (11 years, 9 months ago)

I saw a big bird (either an owl or eagle.. I dont remember it was when I was a kid) tear apart a cat, it was brutal. It eat off all it's limbs before digging into its stomach. fun days fun days:eek:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: McMushrooms420]
    #16150123 - 04/28/12 03:43 AM (11 years, 9 months ago)

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That link is a treasure trove..... this story....

This may be very disturbing to some of you. I could never tell this story in person, but it's easier to type it for some reason.

When I and my wife were quite a bit younger, we decided that we would spend the bicentennial outdoors. Yes, July of '76......we're old. We lived in Pueblo at the time, and decided to go hiking, fishing and camp along Lime Creek between Durango and Silverton. There wasn't anything other than brookies in the creek, but they were plentiful and fun to catch.

We left our car by the side of the road along Old Lime Creek Road about 5 miles in from the highway and packed in upstream along the creek with our shepherd, Rebel. It only took us about an hour to get to where we wanted to camp, a nice meadow beside the creek just before a slot canyon that required you to swim to get any further upstream. Either that or take a several mile detour.

We camped uneventfully that night, the third of July, enjoying the sounds of the rippling creek and nature all around us. It was such a nice night that we just slept out under the stars, didn't bother to pitch our little backpacking tent. A little cool, but we had the fire going and our lightweight 30 degree bags, so we were very comfortable.

The next day we had breakfast, packed up and we all swam our way up the creek to the next wide spot with a bit of bank in the canyon, only about 150 yards or so. Now Rebel was never one to turn down a chance to get wet, but we had to do quite a bit of coaxing to get him to follow us up the creek. We fished and splashed upstream a bit, and before we knew it it was lunchtime. We thought we'd fry up some of those brookies but we were in this slot canyon that terminated in a fairly deep pool with about a ten foot rocky waterfall at the end of it.

We decided that I would scale the waterfall and pull the dog and the packs up and then I'd help Maggie get up. It was fairly difficult, even with the help of an old cable left over from a mining operation that was hanging down the side wall of the canyon. It took a LOT of effort and though we finally made it, we looked back down that waterfall and wondered what the heck we were thinking. Rebel was none too happy about it either, and seemed to get more irritable by the minute. We found enough driftwood at the rocky top of the falls to get a fire started and get the fish fried up, but that was about it.

You know the uneasy feeling that several others have mentioned? It was like a switch turned on and we all of a sudden became aware of our surroundings. It grew like a cancer and I actually watched the hair on the back of Rebel's neck stand up. Maggie felt it too and we both noticed that it was getting dark FAST down in this canyon. First thought in my head was a cat, and I actually felt a bit better about that because I figured the cat would leave us be, between the fire and the dog. I told Maggie what I thought and she seemed to feel a bit better, too.

I did not want to get caught in the dark in the canyon, for a bunch of reasons, flash floods etc. I spied what looked like a mine shaft about 2 hundred feet above us, a heck of a steep climb, but it looked like our best bet. We pulled out our flashlights and by the time we reached it it was PITCH black. The dog was a mess by this point, whipping around in circles, whining, yelping and generally being a real pain in the ass. Maggie and I were drenched with sweat and immediately began to freeze. July in the mountains is a weird thing, I have seen blizzard conditions before, but this was like someone turned on the deep freeze.

We were at what looked like the start of a mine, it only went back about ten feet, but there was evidence of fires at the mouth, and they curiously looked fresh. I was too tired to think more about it, I knew we had to get out of our wet clothes, pitch the tent, and climb in our bags before we got serious hypothermia. That was NO fun, let me tell you, having to do all of that by the light of our rapidly dying flashlight. And there was NO firewood anywhere close.

I cursed myself several times for letting things get this far out of control. We finally got the tent pitched right there in the back of this little cave , buck naked as we had no dry clothes left. The sleeping bags were slightly damp too, even though we had stuffed them in plastic garbage bags before our swimming expedition up the canyon. WE FROZE!! It was miserable.

About 1 in the morning I called Rebel into the tent for a little heat. The dog seemed to have calmed down greatly, and with the added heat we drifted off. Sometime during the night I heard something that just about woke me, I was still in a haze, so I fell asleep again immediately. I woke up one other time, because I thought I heard Rebel yip a little bit, but again I was in and out. I put my hand out to pet his head and he licked my hand. I fell asleep again. Maggie later said she fell asleep the same time as I did but never woke up at all during the night.

I woke to the most horrible noise I have ever heard come out of a hundred pound woman. Just the most God-awful shrieks that I have ever heard. I never want to hear that again.

I opened my eyes just in time to see a man at the mouth of the shaft, silhouetted against the morning daylight, looking back at us with the most twisted evil grin I have ever seen on the face of another human. I scrambled to get free of my tightly zipped bag and the little tent while he just crouched there and grinned. When I was just about free, he disappeared. Now, we were granola crunchin' tree huggin' anti-gun nature freaks at the time, so the only thing I had of any consequence as a weapon was my camp knife. I found it after what seemed like hours of searching, but really was probably under a minute. I very cautiously made my way to the entrance, millimeters at a time. The guy was gone.

About that time Maggie started screaming and whimpering again so I rushed back to the back of the shaft. She had struggled out of the tent and was pointing at what used to be Rebel. His head was nearly severed, and the tent and the bags were ruined with the blood all over everything. She had blood all over her, so the first thing I did was make sure she was not injured. Then I checked myself. We were ok,it was all Rebel's blood.

We put on our still damp cold clothes from the night before and then we noticed that our boots were gone. We were in trouble. I had some paracord, so we tied some shirts and towels around our feet and climbed back down towards the creek. We left everything in the mine, except for the knife and some stuff that we shoved in our pockets. It took us 8 hours to get back down to the car, and we were like hamburger. Hands, feet, arms and legs scraped raw, bruised and bleeding. We jumped in, the car started right up thankfully and we left a dust cloud that blanketed the valley as we sped down the rough trail toward Durango.

We limped into the Sheriff's office and we looked like hell. We got our story out, my wife through tears and me talking waaay too fast. but finally got it all out. The deputy said that they would go out first thing in the morning and asked us to stay in town. We had no money for a hotel, so he let us stay in a cell after we showered and changed into prison jumpsuits.

We were there at the jail waiting when the "expedition" returned with the convoy of three trucks. I noticed that all the officers, who were quite wet and filthy, gave us dirty looks as they passed us, and the Deputy that we had talked to the day before herded us back to his office. Then came the interrogation. Turns out that some animal had spread the dog's remains all down the slide to the creek, and he said that there was nothing else there. No tent, no backpacks, nothing. He asked us if we had any drugs. I did not want to admit to him that we had some herb, so I denied it.

It was clear that we were fighting a losing battle. They had come to the conclusion that we were wandering out in the woods high on LSD while a mountain lion had gotten our dog. The bastard even made us change back into our filthy clothes and give back the jumpsuits right then. He told us that he had better never see us again. We left. Maggie was sobbing. I never have been back to Durango.

The thing that I still have nightmares about years later, and I have never mentioned this to Maggie, is....... the second time I woke up when I heard Rebel yelp, was that when his throat was cut?.......and if it was, was it the dog who licked my hand before I fell back asleep?

I still go out in the wilderness, never overnight, out well before dark, only with other people, and always with a big gun. I respect animals, but I fear people.




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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: psilocybeMAN]
    #16213216 - 05/11/12 01:08 AM (11 years, 8 months ago)

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Quote:

McMushrooms420 said:
That link is a treasure trove..... this story....

This may be very disturbing to some of you. I could never tell this story in person, but it's easier to type it for some reason.

When I and my wife were quite a bit younger, we decided that we would spend the bicentennial outdoors. Yes, July of '76......we're old. We lived in Pueblo at the time, and decided to go hiking, fishing and camp along Lime Creek between Durango and Silverton. There wasn't anything other than brookies in the creek, but they were plentiful and fun to catch.

We left our car by the side of the road along Old Lime Creek Road about 5 miles in from the highway and packed in upstream along the creek with our shepherd, Rebel. It only took us about an hour to get to where we wanted to camp, a nice meadow beside the creek just before a slot canyon that required you to swim to get any further upstream. Either that or take a several mile detour.

We camped uneventfully that night, the third of July, enjoying the sounds of the rippling creek and nature all around us. It was such a nice night that we just slept out under the stars, didn't bother to pitch our little backpacking tent. A little cool, but we had the fire going and our lightweight 30 degree bags, so we were very comfortable.

The next day we had breakfast, packed up and we all swam our way up the creek to the next wide spot with a bit of bank in the canyon, only about 150 yards or so. Now Rebel was never one to turn down a chance to get wet, but we had to do quite a bit of coaxing to get him to follow us up the creek. We fished and splashed upstream a bit, and before we knew it it was lunchtime. We thought we'd fry up some of those brookies but we were in this slot canyon that terminated in a fairly deep pool with about a ten foot rocky waterfall at the end of it.

We decided that I would scale the waterfall and pull the dog and the packs up and then I'd help Maggie get up. It was fairly difficult, even with the help of an old cable left over from a mining operation that was hanging down the side wall of the canyon. It took a LOT of effort and though we finally made it, we looked back down that waterfall and wondered what the heck we were thinking. Rebel was none too happy about it either, and seemed to get more irritable by the minute. We found enough driftwood at the rocky top of the falls to get a fire started and get the fish fried up, but that was about it.

You know the uneasy feeling that several others have mentioned? It was like a switch turned on and we all of a sudden became aware of our surroundings. It grew like a cancer and I actually watched the hair on the back of Rebel's neck stand up. Maggie felt it too and we both noticed that it was getting dark FAST down in this canyon. First thought in my head was a cat, and I actually felt a bit better about that because I figured the cat would leave us be, between the fire and the dog. I told Maggie what I thought and she seemed to feel a bit better, too.

I did not want to get caught in the dark in the canyon, for a bunch of reasons, flash floods etc. I spied what looked like a mine shaft about 2 hundred feet above us, a heck of a steep climb, but it looked like our best bet. We pulled out our flashlights and by the time we reached it it was PITCH black. The dog was a mess by this point, whipping around in circles, whining, yelping and generally being a real pain in the ass. Maggie and I were drenched with sweat and immediately began to freeze. July in the mountains is a weird thing, I have seen blizzard conditions before, but this was like someone turned on the deep freeze.

We were at what looked like the start of a mine, it only went back about ten feet, but there was evidence of fires at the mouth, and they curiously looked fresh. I was too tired to think more about it, I knew we had to get out of our wet clothes, pitch the tent, and climb in our bags before we got serious hypothermia. That was NO fun, let me tell you, having to do all of that by the light of our rapidly dying flashlight. And there was NO firewood anywhere close.

I cursed myself several times for letting things get this far out of control. We finally got the tent pitched right there in the back of this little cave , buck naked as we had no dry clothes left. The sleeping bags were slightly damp too, even though we had stuffed them in plastic garbage bags before our swimming expedition up the canyon. WE FROZE!! It was miserable.

About 1 in the morning I called Rebel into the tent for a little heat. The dog seemed to have calmed down greatly, and with the added heat we drifted off. Sometime during the night I heard something that just about woke me, I was still in a haze, so I fell asleep again immediately. I woke up one other time, because I thought I heard Rebel yip a little bit, but again I was in and out. I put my hand out to pet his head and he licked my hand. I fell asleep again. Maggie later said she fell asleep the same time as I did but never woke up at all during the night.

I woke to the most horrible noise I have ever heard come out of a hundred pound woman. Just the most God-awful shrieks that I have ever heard. I never want to hear that again.

I opened my eyes just in time to see a man at the mouth of the shaft, silhouetted against the morning daylight, looking back at us with the most twisted evil grin I have ever seen on the face of another human. I scrambled to get free of my tightly zipped bag and the little tent while he just crouched there and grinned. When I was just about free, he disappeared. Now, we were granola crunchin' tree huggin' anti-gun nature freaks at the time, so the only thing I had of any consequence as a weapon was my camp knife. I found it after what seemed like hours of searching, but really was probably under a minute. I very cautiously made my way to the entrance, millimeters at a time. The guy was gone.

About that time Maggie started screaming and whimpering again so I rushed back to the back of the shaft. She had struggled out of the tent and was pointing at what used to be Rebel. His head was nearly severed, and the tent and the bags were ruined with the blood all over everything. She had blood all over her, so the first thing I did was make sure she was not injured. Then I checked myself. We were ok,it was all Rebel's blood.

We put on our still damp cold clothes from the night before and then we noticed that our boots were gone. We were in trouble. I had some paracord, so we tied some shirts and towels around our feet and climbed back down towards the creek. We left everything in the mine, except for the knife and some stuff that we shoved in our pockets. It took us 8 hours to get back down to the car, and we were like hamburger. Hands, feet, arms and legs scraped raw, bruised and bleeding. We jumped in, the car started right up thankfully and we left a dust cloud that blanketed the valley as we sped down the rough trail toward Durango.

We limped into the Sheriff's office and we looked like hell. We got our story out, my wife through tears and me talking waaay too fast. but finally got it all out. The deputy said that they would go out first thing in the morning and asked us to stay in town. We had no money for a hotel, so he let us stay in a cell after we showered and changed into prison jumpsuits.

We were there at the jail waiting when the "expedition" returned with the convoy of three trucks. I noticed that all the officers, who were quite wet and filthy, gave us dirty looks as they passed us, and the Deputy that we had talked to the day before herded us back to his office. Then came the interrogation. Turns out that some animal had spread the dog's remains all down the slide to the creek, and he said that there was nothing else there. No tent, no backpacks, nothing. He asked us if we had any drugs. I did not want to admit to him that we had some herb, so I denied it.

It was clear that we were fighting a losing battle. They had come to the conclusion that we were wandering out in the woods high on LSD while a mountain lion had gotten our dog. The bastard even made us change back into our filthy clothes and give back the jumpsuits right then. He told us that he had better never see us again. We left. Maggie was sobbing. I never have been back to Durango.

The thing that I still have nightmares about years later, and I have never mentioned this to Maggie, is....... the second time I woke up when I heard Rebel yelp, was that when his throat was cut?.......and if it was, was it the dog who licked my hand before I fell back asleep?

I still go out in the wilderness, never overnight, out well before dark, only with other people, and always with a big gun. I respect animals, but I fear people.




easily creepiest post.




Seriously... I sent this to my brother too...

If anyone has seen the movie 'Ravenous"- This story makes me think of that movie for more than one reason.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: McMushrooms420] * 1
    #16213701 - 05/11/12 04:43 AM (11 years, 8 months ago)

I understand this story wasn't written by you, since you implied you copied and pasted from the "link"; so I am in no way criticizing you with what I have to say. :]

This story is very well written, detailed and relate-able, seemingly traceable with all the location names; however, it clearly is a plotted "creepy" story at the most.

Firstly, there's no way could that "person" sneak in the middle of a tent, and start making cuts to a dog without giving off any attentions. If you've owned a real dog, you'd know even when you try to cup your hand around its mouth to mute it, it would do its best to resist;let alone when someone's actually hurting it, I would imagine it kicking around like no tomorrow. It's not logical when the man woke up by its "slight yelp" but could not feel the dog's kicking struggles. Beside the dog probably would've been alerted and barked when something got close.
( Since in the story, the man said he called in the dog for extra heat, so I assume the dog would be lying down between the man and the woman.)

Secondly, it's not a real story since the author already left trace to tell the readers that it's just a plotted story.
Focus on the suspense of "what if it was the murderer licking the man's hand instead of the dog's", clearly written for shock value.
And how the man thought "he never wanted to listen to his wife's snoring ever again", yet they were married and most likely shared the same bed even before and after the story. So he mostly likely wouldn't give off such a big deal over his wife's snoring; or could it possibly be the first time they ever share a close space to sleep together? I'd say, impossible.

My conclusion is that the author might really had this hiking/camping trip, though the bloody part was added purely for entertainment.

Now, I am not trying to piss on the party where everyone's having fun.
I enjoyed reading all these pages of stories, and believed most of the "encounters" are real first hand experience.
But after reading people are really buying into this story, I just couldn't help it to point out my opinions.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Choporis]
    #16216558 - 05/11/12 07:21 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

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Choporis said:
I understand this story wasn't written by you, since you implied you copied and pasted from the "link"; so I am in no way criticizing you with what I have to say. :]

This story is very well written, detailed and relate-able, seemingly traceable with all the location names; however, it clearly is a plotted "creepy" story at the most.

Firstly, there's no way could that "person" sneak in the middle of a tent, and start making cuts to a dog without giving off any attentions. If you've owned a real dog, you'd know even when you try to cup your hand around its mouth to mute it, it would do its best to resist;let alone when someone's actually hurting it, I would imagine it kicking around like no tomorrow. It's not logical when the man woke up by its "slight yelp" but could not feel the dog's kicking struggles. Beside the dog probably would've been alerted and barked when something got close.
( Since in the story, the man said he called in the dog for extra heat, so I assume the dog would be lying down between the man and the woman.)

Secondly, it's not a real story since the author already left trace to tell the readers that it's just a plotted story.
Focus on the suspense of "what if it was the murderer licking the man's hand instead of the dog's", clearly written for shock value.
And how the man thought "he never wanted to listen to his wife's snoring ever again", yet they were married and most likely shared the same bed even before and after the story. So he mostly likely wouldn't give off such a big deal over his wife's snoring; or could it possibly be the first time they ever share a close space to sleep together? I'd say, impossible.

My conclusion is that the author might really had this hiking/camping trip, though the bloody part was added purely for entertainment.

Now, I am not trying to piss on the party where everyone's having fun.
I enjoyed reading all these pages of stories, and believed most of the "encounters" are real first hand experience.
But after reading people are really buying into this story, I just couldn't help it to point out my opinions.



Not a bad first post my friend, welcome aboard. I'm sure no one will take offense seeing as it isn't their story if I'm correct. You bring up some valid points, I always suspected that one of being bogus, still gave me the chills first time reading it though:stoned:


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Absent Minded]
    #16219577 - 05/12/12 12:37 PM (11 years, 8 months ago)

i've seen an adaptation of this story on TV years ago. It was some girl who was home alone for the night and the dog slept under her bed and licked her hand etc. etc. She reached down and as the dog is licking her hand she looks at her mirror and sees a dude under the bed licking her hand or whatever.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: Choporis]
    #16249633 - 05/18/12 11:12 AM (11 years, 8 months ago)

Yea, I also thought of how hard it would of been killing a dog in a tent with a sleeping couple, all while not waking them. I figured he wrote that part wrong or something. You made me feel better about camping again though.


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    #16358642 - 06/09/12 10:19 PM (11 years, 7 months ago)

I've had a lot of weird things happen to me in the woods. I've done a lot of camping since I was a kid and had a very adventurous group of friends in high school. Three short stories stick out in my mind and each fall under independent categories of scarey animal/thing, spiritually scarey and scarey people.

Scarey animal/thing-

When I was a teenager I had many friends that lived in the mountains, not necessarily extremely rural, but the wilderness was their backyard. We decided to walk to the store that was a couple miles away in the early evening. The walk back was in complete darkness. About halfway home a few of us started to smell this horrible smell. It smelled like a mix of rotting flesh, old sweat and musty coldness. We started to talk about it and heard a rustle in the bushes that sounded like it was five to ten feet off the road. Depending on our night sight and the road we didn't bring a flashlight. The smell and the rustling followed us for almost a mile and a half. If we stopped, it stopped and when we moved it quickly followed beside us. We were totally horrified and defenseless. Bears are common in that area, but I have never had one stalk me or smell so horrid.

Spiritually scarey-

One of my favorite swimming holes is about a three quarter of a mile walk from a rural road. Friends and I would often go there and spend the whole day skinny dipping. This time we decided to walk out there and take a night dip. This area was a pretty hopping place when the pioneers first settled in the area. Big dances were held just down river and there was a picnic train that would take visitors down to a big pavilion. Almost all remnants of that time were gone, minus some old railroad cement supports, random fireplaces from long gone houses and other miscellaneous debris.

We reached the beach and many of us stripped down ready to cool off in the river. As soon as we were waist deep the entire group went silent at the same time. This is a big deal because there was eight of us. I felt horrid. I had immediate goosebumps everywhere and my throat fell into my stomach. I looked around and noticed I wasn't the only one. Without speaking a word to each other we all left the water and went on shore. I felt this weight on my shoulders that was intimidating, like a very large man was pushing me into the ground. I explained this to my friends and many of them were feeling some sort of dark presence.

We decided to leave and we all headed back to the trail. The walk back was just as terrible. All of the sudden the atmosphere was thick and full of panic. We shuffled back as quickly as we could in the dark. Then a few of us were all of the sudden rushed at by a huge dark shadow, it seemed to loom about and we saw it multiple times at different distances. Then all of the sudden one of my friends just started bolting for the road where the cars were. Once we caught up to him he said that the dark figure rushed to him with enough force to physically push him forward. Horrified, he just kept running. He was hyperventilating and obviously crying when we caught up with him.

Scarey People-

I guess this is more evidence of scarey people, but it still shook me pretty hard. Two years ago my boyfriend and I decided to take a new rural road home from camping at the coast. It was lined with a few official camp sites and paved until a point where it was only gravel and there were no more camp sites or outhouses. I have been much further out than this, but the area still didn't seem extremely well traveled.

As we drove down the road we saw something up ahead and were trying to figure out what it was, something pink and odd. Once close enough to see, we discovered that it was a pink child's scooter with a styrofoam bear head where the handles should have been. It was pretty odd, and being as curious as we are we pulled the car over for a look. Once we got out we saw the remains of a somewhat modern camper that had been half singed. The fire looked new, like it had only happened within the last couple months. Investigating the inside of it we saw a lot of broken and burnt glassware and plastic tubing. We assumed it was a meth lab explosion or something equally as odd.

We kept on having the feeling like someone was watching us, but we stayed and looked around a bit. There were all kinds of oddly organized artifacts that seemed like the work of a drug induced need to keep busy. There was a chair that had been chopped out of a log. Attached to where one would rest their arm was a bicycle bell with worn out paint on the lever. On the ground beside the seat was a pile of cigarette butts at least eight inches tall at it's peak. As I investigated it I realized that there was still a burning butt sitting right there. I showed my boyfriend and we left immediately.


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Re: What is your creepiest wilderness experience? [Re: thedirtymac]
    #16407558 - 06/20/12 04:20 AM (11 years, 7 months ago)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event





very cool wilderness story i just found :gethigh:


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