Hey /x/ I've got a story/question I feel like you guys would like.
This is completely true, and the ending isn't anything special. No one's getting killed by a goatman, it's just a creepy experience.
>decide to go camping
>me and my friend d
>no cars so walking
>leave my house few hours after noon
>walk for a while until we get to our field
>jump the fence and head towards the lake
>small lake/insanely big pond, no one around for miles
>about 7-10 miles away from people
>been out here hundreds of times, not spoopy
>I decide we will stay in a 1/4x1/4 square mile of fucking dense brush close to the backside of the lake
>its getting dark as I set up the tent, bitch ass friend doesn't help
>we get our packs off and climb inside the tent
>lantern inside the tent is the only light
>we bust out a bong and half o of some dank
>smoke for a fat minute
>probably 2 grams down
>I put on some music on my phone
>hear some rustling outside
>I laugh at him
>he's a city boy
>explain it's probably a dear, and there's nothing to really be scared of out here
>didn't mention we are about 10 meters from a big ass coyote den
>they're pussies anyways
>keeps rustling and stops really close to use
>heavy footsteps in sets of 2
>whatever I've been in the woods of Oklahoma my whole life nothing can suprise me
>I make a loud noise and it runs off
>it definitely has 2 legs
>actual picture of lake
I've smoked for about 4 years at this point, weed barely phases me, I have also been /innawoods/ all my life. This is not something I would get confused. This thing was not a 4 legged animal.
>smoke for about 30 more minutes, just hanging out in this tent, it's probably around midnight now
>I decide to eat some shit
>I think it was tuna and something
>get out of the tent to throw the leftovers far away from camp
>walk about 100 meters into the dark and throw that shit another 20
>follow the light of the tent back
>darkness doesn't phase me
>hear a pack of animals to my right get up and run
>was probably some deer
>get back into the tent and my friend seems off
>ask him what's wrong
>he asks if I was walking in circles around the tent
>I tell him no and he turns white
>he says someone was
>I try to explain the deer I heard running
>he's not buying it, and honestly they were no where close to the tent
>still not spooping me, I know weird shit happens in the woods at night
>no coyotes were howling tonight
>I smoke another bowl or 2 while my friend lays down
>it's cold as fuck, middle of winter in oklahoma easily under freezing
>im sweating like a motherfucker
>hear an insanely loud crash
>like tree falling
>still not entirely freaked out
>there's a rock quarry a few miles away
>could be boulder falling
>kind of getting worried in the back of my mind
>I don't believe in the boogyman but maybe someone was fucking with us. A few friends knew where we were camping.
>I go outside to piss
>walked about 10 feet away and pissed on a tree
>friends wide awake
>"where'd you go"
>"oh, I need to do that"
>he seemed very stiff and rigid, awkward in talking
>chalk it up to him being high
>he leaves and I hear him walk away
>kind of far away for someone scared of the woods
>he has no flashlight
>I load a bowl and start burning again
>bowls done and he's not back
>figure it's him taking a shit
>I zip up the tent because it's cold as fuck
>minute by minute passes by
>still no sign of d
>after about 10 minutes I get worried
>he's too high, tired, and scared to be trying to prank me
>I get out and pull out a flashlight
>begin scanning the trees for him
>no sign of him
>yell a few times
>fuck this shit
>start walking the way we came in
>still no response
>I get out of the brush after about 10 minutes of walking
>getting pissed at this point, figure his high ass got lost
>scanning the field with the light
>hear a loud splash from the lake a few hundred meters away
>like a loud splash
> begin jogging to the lake yelling his name
>if he fell in he could very well be hypothermic before we could get back to the road
>make it to the side of the lake and over the hill
>he's just standing there
>scream "what the fuck are you doing"
>he turns around and says "hey" in a completely unconcerned voice.
>"dude come back to the fucking tent"
>he's says "okay"
>I start walking back and he's tagging behind
>really odd as he is scared of the woods out here
>ask him again "what the hell were you doing?"
>I turn around and shine the light on him
>"what else did you take?why are you being so damn weird"
>he just gives me a blank look
>this isn't his personality on any drug, he's completely different
>"I'm going to knock you the fuck out if you don't tell me what you're doing" I say angerly
>No. Fucking. Response.
>I walk up to him and push him
>he makes zero effort to not fall and just topples over
>at this point it hits me that he could be sleep walking
>reach out my arm and help him up
>shake him and tell him to wake the fuck up
>he just calmly says "I'm awake"
>fuck it I start walking back to camp, through the brush now
>"any reason you went to the lake?"
>I get back in the tent and so does he.
>I load a bowl, rip it and pass it
>he has no idea what to do with it
>"take a hit faggot"
>he just looks at me and passes it back
>I hit it a few more times and look at him
>he reaches out his hand
>I pass it and he hits it no problem
>cache the bowl and lay down
>I forget about it for the most part and fall asleep
>wake up and everything is fine
>we start to pack up
>I notice piss all over the top of the tent
>piss not water
>there's nothing tall enough to piss on the tent like this not even a 12 point
>fuck it, pack everything up and hike back
>a day or two later I go to clean the tent before putting it up
>blood fucking everywhere
>more blood than a dog sized animal would have
>if it was a deer, it would be all the blood inside it
>so much fucking blood
>all on the outside
>wasn't there when I put the tent up, it was 100% piss
>completely freak out
>call my friend
>ask him everything he remembers from that night
>in his words
>"i dunno man, I smoked a few bowls and passed out. I had a weird dream, but I don't remember it"
>I tell him about the blood
>he calls bullshits, says it was piss
>inspect the tent more
>one bloody bare footprint on the top of this 6 foot tent
No one could've stepped on top of the tent, not a chance. And neither of us were barefoot. There is no way the blood could've gotten on the tent after I put it up.
Does anyone have any idea as to what I encountered that night? This was a few years ago, but it has been bothering me lately. I'd like some answers.
Sorry you typed all that and no one seems to care, I thought it was really well written, wether or not it was %100 percent true. At first I thought your friend may have got "got" by a fleshgait, but you said he returned to his normal self afterward?
Yeah, he is fine and remembers nothing. Said he had a weird dream but he doesn't remember it, just that it was odd.
I'm not a huge believer in ghosts. I thought it could've been a mountain lion or something. The blood was really weird, as I'm 100% sure it was just piss.
I do have a close friend that knew about us going, but he's a fat fuck and wouldn't have brought a bucket of blood out to fuck with us.
There was no dead animal or intestines anywhere around.
I couldn't help but read this in the cringiest stoner voice thanks to your verbiage.
Were you camping under or near a tree? Do you have mountain lions there? (Sorry, I'm not from USA)
Mountain lions can carry their prey up to the tree branches, other small wild felines (a bobcat maybe) can do that too. That would explain the piss (territory marking?) and the blood - maybe. I know you say it looked like a whole deer has bleed at first, but it's amazing the amount of blood a creature can shed if you slash their neck open.
No clue about the footprint though... Maybe it was there before but the blood just brought it up and you were able to see it?
That'd be cool. Maybe you can get some spoopiness on camera.
As far as what you encountered, I have no idea. The mountain lion is one possibility, but it seems like weird shit was happening the whole night and the mountain lion wouldn't explain all of it. Maybe ghost or spirit was messing with you because it wanted you to leave, or just for kicks even.
Do it. Sounds interesting, but you'd better explore during the day, don't stay overnight in the same spot.