Spooky Innawoods stories and tales

Schizophrenia's one hell of a drug

>>702550
Do you even innawoods?

>>702545
ok i wsa really scared at this incidence which i experienced like 2 days ago at 0200 man

>be me
>all of the people i know are literally faggots and have never heard of surplus gear
>fucking faggots
>decide to go do an innawoods /k/ challenge
>wearing my condor softshell jacket, 5.11 tactical pants, condor AR chestrig, and my trusty german rucksack
>dude im looking operator af
>no skin walke- i mean BEARS ARE GONNA MESS WITH ME CAUSE SKIN WALKERS DONT REAL RIGHT
>also grab ar7 survival rifle because my broke ass cant afford to build an ar15 cause parents took all my money
>fuck you mom
>decide to do a 3 day STALKER challenge with barebones shit and pretty much no food
>venture into a local forest in oregon
>get there in my ford fiesta
>arrive at a secluded spot and unpack my shit
>nothing but a sleeping bag and mat in my rucksack and some 22lr

>>702559
>my softshell jacket was getting dirty at this point
>fuck i want to go home
>decide to head back because i realized how gay this was
>turn around and immediately I smell the stench of IRON in the air
>and not the fucking iron thats like in coins and shit
>it was like
>BAD
>start getting worried and my armpits start to sweat as im a 350lb male and covered head to toe with this stupid shit
>walk 5 steps forward and spot something out of the corner of my eye
>it looked like a human
>but it wasnt
>so i dismissed it as a human and proceeded to my ford fiesta
>did i mention i drive a ford fiesta
>shit, it smells like copper now
>im real anxious at this point and decide to book it
>hear crunching behind me
>man was I scared
>glance over my shoulder and notice this disfigured humanoid like thing sprinting towards me
>epon
>get to my car
>open door frantically, remember dropping my keys and couldnt pick it up cause palms were sweaty
>finally manage to get in the car and start it

>>702561
>oh no
>it wasnt starting
>how inconvenient
>start to finger my asshole cause I tend to do that when im really nervous sometimes
>man this was worse than the marines
>worse than the war i was in
>that was bad
>car starts on the third try
>run

guys dont go in the woods in oregon they are not safe and you could die i have like a shit ton of battlescars from that encounter and barely made it

>>702545
>itt people can immediately tell that the smell in the air is copper/sulfer because

>>702561
>>702563
Is a strong iron smell supposed to warn you of something? Genuinely confused.

>>702730
It's a pretty distinct smell desu

>>702730
It's a pretty noticeable smell desu. A lot of these stories are bs anyway

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>>702559
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>>702563
Fucking kek

>>702741
is smell of filthy gypsy blood

when the odor enters your nostrils, you must RUN

>>703029
My grandmother is a gypsy.

>>703078
REMOVE

True story from when I was a kid. Not the creepiest thing in the world, but freaked me right the fuck out.

>be at a friends house
>he's a bit older than me and kinda cocky
>lives in the woods but has a big clearing for a backyard
>usually we'd go back to the edge of the clearing and crawl in under the brush and play around in the woods. Lots of cool stuff in there like old campfires, a partially buried volkswagen beetle, and old toys, and beer cans.
>we usually played around this old burnt out campfire just a few yards past the edge of the clearing and fought each other with sticks, or played with matches, or whatever out of sight from the prying eyes of adults
>don't think we ever bothered going further in at that spot
>we reach the edge of the clearing, crawl under some thorns, I was in front, and just as I came out from under the thorns, and the campfire became visible I see a dark figure.
>it's broad daylight and standing behind the fire pit is a tall completely black silhoute from head to toe
>we both freak the fuck out and run back to the house as fast as we can and tell his mom
>I have no idea what I just saw l, and the only way I'm able to describe it to his mom is to tell her that someone dressed like darth vader was hanging out back in the woods.

>>703232
Only other one I got is pretty dumb but almst made me shit my pants

>walking home after an icestorm
>snow on the ground is all iced over
>just behind my house there's a row of evergreens, a stream, and the rest is open field
>only sound is my footsteps in the snow which lets out an unsettling crunch crunch whenever I lift my feet making it sound like someone is walking directly behind me.
>turn around a few times just to check since I had cut through someone elses property and knew I shouldn't have
>hit the first evergreen in the row
>I'm home free
>stop to look at the sky which was this crazy color pattern
>total dead silence
>suddenly hear a deafening noise so loud it was like standing in front of a loud speaker at a concert
>crack crack KABOOM!
>whip around towards the noise
>suddenly the evergreen next to me explodes with crows
>a huge swarm of them all fly out of this tree at the same time, cawing, quickly forming a flock, and flying away.
>I decide to jog home

>>702545
That's the most average joe skinwalker storie ever

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>>702565
This one was a good read. Thanks, Anon.

So back in 2003 I was on my 1st deployment to Afghanistan with the 10th Mountain Division. We formed the Recon Platoon. We would set up ambushes along the Afghanistan/ Pakistan Boarder and jump people trying to smuggle in weapons and equipment. One such goat path even the Taliban won't use, but we were going to find out. In our mission brief we called it Route 66. And label villages as checkpoints of cities along the route our dismount was checkpoint Chicago, 1st village was Checkpoint Springfield, halfway point was village Amarillo, and destination was Checkpoint L.A.
> we are doing our dismount patrol
> would be rucking 20 or so miles and along the way pass a few villages and gather Intel
> 1st village checkpoint Springfield all is well, locals tell us Taliban no longer uses this path, not after the Russians
> we play soccer with the kids
> we proceed ahead after resting for about an hour
> on the second village checkpoint Amarillo just 10 miles from the boarder the locals are very skidish
> nervous and afraid
> We all assume it's because of the Taliban threats
> no, no Taliban they reassure us
> kids are nowhere to be seen
> go on with the village elder's son as our guide of checkpoint Amarillo to Checkpoint L.A., the next village
> Checkpoint L.A. is deserted.
> not one soul
> Village elder's son of checkpoint Amarillo actually takes off running back the other way
> fuck us they lead us into an Ambush
> fan out around the village
> check homes
> all empty
> like everyone knew we were coming
> we patrol the outskirts and find a very narrow goat path going up a steep mountain side going up
> painted on a rock at the start of the path in spray painted in Arabic and under that Russian with a skull and cross bones
> our translator tells us is means “Demon Home”
> Platoon leader want to send a team in to investigate
> I am on the team as the overall leader

>>704037
> late evening, sun is setting
> we trek maybe a mile into the path before it's dark as night
> switch to NVG's
> guy in front trips
> he gets up and looks down and pick up a rifle
> rusty AK-74 and mags and spend brass all around
> radio in we found some weapons
> investigate further
> spot a PK machine gun belt is empty
> russian helmet next to it
> no bodies
> just guns fired dry and dropped
> something fucky is going on here
> hear the sound of loose rocks falling down the cliff all around us
> start to hear random voices and raspy giggling
> we hold our possession and take cover
> I take off my NVG's just so I can see down the sites with what little daylight we have
> guy behind me with the SAW opened fire screaming
> I turn around and see this thing duck behind some boulders
> pale gray skin, long thin waist length gray hair, and these arms that would make an NBA player jealous
> and it wore rags, literal rags as if trying to play itself off as human
> then hear the giggling again
> DUST THIS BITCH!
> fire on burst
> I don't care what it is, I don't want to know, all I know is I want it dead
> SAW is blasting it's belt
> I unpack my Mossberg 590 and eject the tungsten slugs for door breeching and load with buckshot
> radio is chattering about what we are shooting at back at the village
> PUMP
> Spot a shadow of black
> BOOM!
> PUMP
> I see the thing buckle
> I hit the fucker!
> it lets out a howl
> very raspy loud howl
> then it get right back up and jumps again
> it is running around us jumping from boulder to boulder giggling as we dump ammo at it
> radio to the village we are pulling out
> no reply
> Hold your fire!
> alright fuck this
> get the fuck out of here
> We do a tactical withdrawl still firing at anywhere we see moment
> the entire time I can hear it giggling and howling as it fallows us
> then it stops.

>>704038
> we meet up with the rest of the platoon
> "What the fuck was going on in there? Did you see something? What were you shooing at?"
> I, shaking like a leaf as I try to smoke a cigarette answer.
> “What ever it was, it's not human, and it's fast, fucking fast.”
> my entire platoon sees me and the team just shaking
> they give us a pass on night watch
> I have been in 8 fire fight prior to this, and this had me scared
> to the bones scared
> I stayed up all night weapon at the ready in a mud hut pointed at the door
> we spend the night at the village on stake out
> night watch reported the sounds of a child crying, then that raspy giggling
> in the morning we send 2 teams up to investigate
> they come back 4 hours later
> they found the ambush sight
> and bring back some of the rusted shut weapons we came across last night
> then one of them says “We found a pool of liquid that smelled like a rotting corpse and had the consistency and color of old motor oil.”
> “What were you guys shooting at again?”
> we don't say a thing
> when we reach checkpoint Amarillo the elder is surprised we are all alive, and that the last group of soldier who went in were never heard from again.
> when was that?
> elder says 1986
> get back to command at the FOB
> “You guys see any insurgents come through?”
> Nope.”
> Then what was all that radio traffic of you guy having contact?”
> just chasing shadows sir... we found some weapons...
> everyone in the platoon knew we fought something and tried to get us to tell
> through the rest of the deployment me and the 4 man team that went to first investigate never spoke a word about what we fought in there.
> I am the only one who ever spoke about it

>>704041
Daaamn son that's pretty fucking cool.

Any way you can prove this isn't just RP?

>>704060
I have a copy for the PL's report he gave to our commander.

>>704120
Would be interested in reading, censor all the information you need to.

Does a metallic smell mean something i'm not aware of? Also what do /k/ommandos mean by "nugget casing"?

>>704124
done, when I get home I'll scan and post it.

>>704129
It means they've read other made-up shit on the internet. I wouldn't worry about it.

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>>704130

>>704120
>>704124
>>704130
Sweeeet. I read another story about a soldier in the middle east doing a house to house sweep for weapons/insurgents etc.

They go into a house that someone reported loud noises. after breaking down the door and they find a man there with half his limbs missing all bloody and screaming. They have a translator with them and when he tries to ask the guy wtf happened translator says he just keeps screaming, "the devil, the devil"

They've probably been in the house less than a minute when a huge black hairy mass emerges from a hole in the wall a couple inches wide and grabs the man and pulls him screaming and yelling INTO the wall. Whole squad magdumps but the thing just disappears. Left with nothing but ringing ears, a shot-to-shit wall and tons of the guy's blood.

Not sure if the creature or whatever it was bled. I say it was a jinn both they and you encountered. Spooky shit, man. I appreciate you telling your story.

>>704131
Skinwalker pls stahp

I'm new here. Can you guys give me a brief run down of some of the terms used in these green texts? Is this monster thing an urban legend?

>>704151
it's worse than an urban legend. it's cancer.

>>703233
Sounds like a tree couldn't sustain the weight of the ice on it and fell. Had a few trees around my house do this a lot in the last few years. Running probably wasn't a bad idea.

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>>702563
>>702561
>>702559

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Happened at me at Kelso Dunes in the Mojave Desert, California.

>Sunrise hike at the dunes, solo
>not another soul around
>Have my fun, hike back down. Reach base of dunes
>Turn around, see figure standing where I just was
>Turn back to parking lot a mile away, no other cars there, still just mine
>No other way to get to the dunes, other side is forever flat desert
>Stand there watching the clearly humanoid figure, get the feeling it is watching me back
>Get incredible uneasy, run mile back to car
>Turn around, see figure still there, I get in car and lock car and try to take photo, but beyond my phone capabilities
>Figure walks way down the other side of the mountain

Threw my car in gear and booked it.

Dope thread

>>704291
>pic
that OC?

>>704129
"nugget" or "moist nugget" are affectionate nicknames for the mosin nagant rifle. It's one of the more affordable options for getting into milsurp rifles.

This was about 5 years ago in northern Idaho.
>playing a metal festival out in the middle of nowhere.
>It's up along a mountainside, a couple dozen miles from any town.
>night time comes.
>debauchery.
>everybody is drinking, drugs, all in all a party.
>inevitably, a dumb ass hippy drum circle happens.
>fuck it ,it's a pretty good time.
>just drinking, i think it's funny to mess with all the people tripping.
>pull the old "shine a light under my face and make weird faces" bit.
>laughs, some can't handle it, whatever.
>light against face, wander into woods, while previous continues.
>after a little bit, figure i may as well cut the light and wander until i can't hear the drums.
>really enjoying the still night and stars.
>at a point, figure it's best to head back, before i lose my bearings or they stop making noise and i can't find my way.
>turn the light on.
>there are two men standing 8 feet ahead of me.
>they have no light. They aren't holding one. One of them just has a small burlap bag.
>they say nothing.
>i nervously say "Hello".
>they just stare.
>seconds seem like hours.
>they seem to be unaffected by running into me way out here.
>i decide to turn around and hustle away.
>about 50 feet away, i turn back to see if they followed.
>exactly where i left them.
>still staring.
>now they looked more aware. Wider eyes.
>starting running ,cut my light about a hundred yards away from them, to try and lose them.
>hear drums. See the fire.
>when i get back, nobody believes me.
>i sit and stare where i broke out of the woods, expecting the two men to emerge.
>party breaks up.
>eventually go to bed.

The next morning, the fire pit we built had been kicked and thrown about, which definitely didn't happen the night before. Luckily, that was the last day, and we got out of there as soon as we could.

>>702569
Holy shit good read. Probably fake but OP should be some horror writer.

>>704863
Ok i just imagined a really small SIG 552 for some reason

This happened to me during the summer of 2014. Nothing paranormal, but scary as hell.
> hiking in the Dovre mountains in Norway
> in the alpine zone, beautiful view all around
> it's getting dark
> set up my tent on a nice moss-covered piece of ground
> eat, shit and drink whiskey before eventually going to sleep
> wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of something moving outside my tent
> 'clop, clop, clop'
> the sound of hooves on rock
> fuck me, must be a muskox
> quite a lot of them up here, saw several hiking during the day
> they are very territorial, will attack rather than run
> not recommended to get closer than 200 meters
> moving veeery slowly I unzip the tentflap and peek out
> a big fucker is eating moss about 5 meters from my tent
> I camped right on top of their foodsource, and a huge batch of it at that
> slowly close the flap
> nearly shit myself when it moos loudly
> lay completely still in my sleepingbag
> heart's racing
> they're known not to move very much, and can stay in the same spot for days if theres abundant food
> eventually fall asleep
> it's gone
Made sure not to camp on their food after that. It's comfy to sleep on, but not worth it by far.

>>704134
That story is good. Anyone have the screencap?

>>705145
I think I had it on my old laptop. Don't have it anymore.

It was a little better than I wrote it out. Wish I had it :/

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>four days in
>still no alien memearrowed story
ayyyy

>>705203
I might, lemme see.

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When I went on my first solo camp, I was hiking up to a mountain peak and had my camp set up. I was about 12 years old. The wind starting nagging on and made ghost howling noises blowing between the tall naked trees (was November). I noped the fuck out of there. Left everything behind. Got grounded for the rest of the Winter for leaving my shotgun up there. Wasn't my finest moment.

>>704130
Like I said. This faggot is full of shit
>>704133
All of these stories are lies. I practically live in the goddamned woods, anyone who does knows this is all bullshit. Take this shit to >>>/x/ where it belongs

>>704291
Fucking liar. Die in a fire douchenozzle

>>702545
>be with college buddies many years back
>walked like 4 miles into woods away from trucks
>get setup nothing special
>next day catch like 5 nice fish
>we have them in a weird ass cooking pot my friend wanted to try
>be middle of night
>wake up because of rustling
>i think its a bear because it sounds huge
>wake pals up and we grab our machetes, bow and axes
>hear huge pieces of wood getting thrown around and metal being crushed and broken
>all 3 of us are shitting ourselves
>after a while we hear it leave
>dont sleep for 5 more hours
>we peak out when the sun rises
>see our campsite annihilated
>my buds fish cooker was destroyed and fish were raped from the cooker
>dirt/gravel ground so we cant see good tracks when we looked
>we salvage what we can and run back to the trucks
>prolly big feet came and ate our fish
>no breakfast
Oregon is full of shit like this

>>705964
Honestly, I'm not even afraid of Bigfoot. My grandmother (who isn't going senile yet) told me a story when she went camping with a few friends when she was a teen.

Said they were sitting around the fire at night talking when they smelt a skunk. So they started packing up their food cause that's probably what it was looking for. Then the stench got incredibly stronger and two of the girls let out a huge gasp (not a scream but a gasp I guess). Some big ape fucking looking thing was holding what looked like a huge club just stood there staring at everyone for a bit.
Then it kind of pointed (?) towards the food that one if the guys was holding which was left over steak and potatoes. So obviously he gives it the food and Bigfoot just walks away.

Sasquatches aren't scary, they're just assholes.

>>705964

That was a fucking bear, you moron.

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Happened about a week ago when I was hiking
>be inawoods
>rocky woods, with rocky cock rocks for your cock
>getting pretty deep into the hill's path
>getting so deep that it's getting kind of hard to walk
>decide fuck it, I'll find and easier path to enjoy nature
> hear a twig snap a couple yards ahead of me
>without losing my bricks I stop making noise and look around
>something is moving ahead of me
>make out something a couple yards ahead in the brush, kind of hard to see but it's probably a fucking tree or stray bag so idgaf and move forward
>snap on a twig
>whatever the fuck it was looks straight in my fucking direction
>I have horrible eye sight, but I can make out a gray looking face
>aaandthebricksdrop.avi
>get the fuck out of there as fast as light
>never hike alone in my back yard again
>pic related it's a pic I just took of my back doors; if you head further in that direction and stray right you'll get to where I am. I'm considering going on an investigation for you guys if you'd like

>>706371
he ripped this hammock we had like 5 feet up so i bet its big feet

>>706340
he woulda ran if we came out of the tent but you know

we were pretty spooked about the whole thing

>>702545
>be me
>be like 23
>complete camping noob
>agree to do a week long hike with my /out/ friend in the appalachians
>he tells me to bring the food
>i bring a fuckzillion burgers instead of real camp food
>first day of hike, all goes well until dinner when he finds out i only brought burgerS. He is pretty mad about that
>day 2 wake up, friend is gone, wtf.
>carry on without him, hoping hes ok
>day 5, gwtting hungry
>sit down to eat
>THE BURGERS ARE GONE
>figure my friend took them to heaven with him
>fuck

>>706496
Pt 2
>day 7, dying of hunger
>do the only thing i know how to do
>make an altar
>sacrifice some pubes to the wilderness gods
>arms lifted skyward in supplication
>a box turtle falls out of a nearby tree, into my hands
>rip the turtle shell asunder
>eat its heart
>LEND ME YOUR ESSENCE
>pass out
>dream that i am growing a turtle shell
>awake to turtles from all nations staring at me, judging
>I HAD TO EAT YOUR FRIEND, I HAD NO CHOICE, FUCK ME I WAS DYING
>a wizened oldmtortoise steps forward and speaks
>prior to this point your life was meaningless, you lived in decadence and basked in decadence
>go forth with chester's essence. Go and sin no more.
>wake up, the turtles were.... a dream?
>what the fuck

>>706553
Pt 3
>fast forward 3 months
>my life is completely changed
>i have become a recluse, mynhouse is my shell
>i do not partake in decadence or degeneracy
>no more burgers, no more fun, no friends
>i didnt ask for these feels
>head back to the appalachian trail, back to the altar
>COME BACK YOU TURTLE BASTARDS, YOU RUINED MY LIFE
>the old wizened turtle appears and speaks
>youre life has been cleansed of decadence, you have lived with the essence of a turtle
>you are no longer a little fag, you have become something else
>you must mold yourself into the uberturtle
>you did ask for these feels, now use them!
>the old turtle then puked up a magazine
>take this, you may need it.
>it was the september issue of "seventeen"

>>706579
The Såga of Jeb!

>>706617
lol

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>>705924
Dogs are real Anon.

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>>704134
You're bad at remembering things.

>>709491
Dude I love you

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Because I always requested this.

So that "Soldier" in Afghanistan was bs. What a surprise

Not spooky but weird...

>be me
>squirrel hunting
>sitting at base of oak tree looking for tree rats
>hear something behind me
>squirrel? No too rythmic gotta be footsteps
>starting to hear breathing and sniffing/snorting, like a dog
>o shit it's a coyote
>it's right behind me
>jump up and prepare to waste tote
>bring my 870 20ga loaded with nitro turkey to bear
>aiming directly at the face of a deer
>spike buck is confused
Ackwardsilence.jpg
>remember my hunting stuff is stored in a "stink bin" treated with doe estrus, earth scent wafers, etc with my brothers deer hunting stuff
>Lil spike was just horny from doe scent
>spike bleats/calls, sounded like a sheep's "baaa" mixed with a "derp"
>it trots off

Tbh it scared me shit less, because I had shot a mangy fox that I later figured to be rabid in the same woods, I thought I was going to be some foam mouthed dingos chewtoy

>>709699
What do you mean?

I've never wandered into the wild itself, always kept on paths or a few feet from them. But I've gotten that feeling of uneasiness and to NOPE the fuck out twice, both of them at night.
Still I'm curious about wandering into the woods while in daylight, the only thing that worries me is falling somewhere and breaking a leg.

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>>706371

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>be me, doing a thru-hike
>at at campfire with fellow hikers
>girl starts telling spoopy story
>one of her friends hikes the JMT in the early 90s
>carried a disposable Kodak camera
>she finishes the JMT and goes to a 1-hour photo to get her pics
>she's going through the pictures finally
>after about ten or so photos she sees a photo of herself sleeping
>she sees five more photos interspersed of her sleeping
>mfw

good thread lads

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Here a good one

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>>711810

>>711812
Its fucking well know creepy paste and every people who like to scary other people starting to tell story something like this;

>I was alone
>I saw my sleeping pictures on my camera hurr

>>711812
>>715064
>dispoable camera
>not keeping track of how many pictures you have left

seriously, I get it - maybe if there were only 1 or 2 sleeping photos, you probably would not have noticed 1 or 2 photos gone from the camera (the little pin wheel thing that show how many you have left is hard to keep an accurate count) but you would know if that number went down by 15

>>702559
I know this didn't happen, but
>condor AR chestrig
>doesn't own an AR
You're better than this.

>>706414
do it but bring a dun, whatever it is it can't handle a gun, unless it's huge as fuck or a ghost/devil creature then your fucked.

>>714977
That's just funny as hell

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dumping what I have, might be some /k/ stuff mixed in

>>718557

Isn't that a picture of a guy who got attacked by a bear or something? Either way, this is fake.

>>702565
Was this in Washington? He mentions "the sound" and it sure as hell looks like our coastline.
I'm in Washington. This makes it very spooby.

Which "creatures" are the ones in the stories with the "rules" about how "they aren't supposed to come out during the night" like >>718553 and >>718551 what do i search for when finding more of these stories?

>>706496
>>706553
>>706579
???

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>>719156
I can't tell you much about their specifics. But they seem to be like some sort of demon or spirit imo, rather than "animals" like the goatman or samsquatch.
Its very common for demons/spirits to make "deals" and are very obsessed with following the "rules".
Id also like to point out the movements. They tend to "flicker" and "float" in the stories.
But what do I know. Theres some weird shit in the south.

>pic related is one of my favorites

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>>702545
Been in some pretty spooky places and hiked at least a hundred miles this year alone and I've never had any spoopy experiences that weren't attributed to paranoia and being lonesome. I've occasionally drawn a knife and walked with it at drawn though luckily I never ran into any normies while doing this.

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>>706468
5 feet? Oh man, no way a bear could reach that.

>>705964
Where in oregon?

Any stories about encountering scary people in the woods? My biggest fear is stumbling upon some cult activity.

>>718555
I love this one

>>704863
I imagined this as weed, as in a nugget of weed, based on the context of drink/nugget as entertainment.
Moist could be slang for dank.

>>720784
How new are you?

are the national park disappearances really a thing?

hear it happens all the time.

>>722298
Yeah its pretty fucked up

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>>702545
Magdump. Mosin. What?

This was at least 8 years ago.
>hiking in northeastern Washington.
>a lot of old logging and mining towns
>there are also several unmapped caves scattered around the area.
>sort of roaming along different cliffsides, hoping to find an entrance.
>don't keep track of time properly.
>eventually stumble into one, debating whether to go in or not.
>it's getting dark, so i decide to bed down near the entrance and start a fire.
>wasn't planning on it, but i had a few things for an overnight stay.
>i start trying to get a small fire going.
>from a few yards into the cave, i hear a deep shrill scream.
>nopethisaintnofuckinanimal.mp3
>it's human. For fucking sure.
> I freeze.
>no birds, no nothing making sound anywhere near me.
>i decide to grab my things and get out.
>hear something trying to catch it's breath.
>I'm fucking gone.
>hear the screaming again.
>tearing ass toward the trail.
>get to my car and never go back.

In the following years, i asked around about weird stuff people saw, and apparently this wasn't uncommon to run into.

Such a nice thread. I'll give it a bump.

>>723328
Same, bampu

POST MORE STORIES GOD DAMMIT

This happened when I was 11,
My grandfather was a great man, he passed a few months ago and I miss him.
He used to take us out in the pitch black nights to stroll through a forested area near his ranch that surrounded a small river, more like a creek. The place was beautiful during the day, huge squat trees, oaks and some other kinds I don't know with huge trunks. Took about 5 people holding hands to go at round them. No lights other than the stars and sometimes the moon. He used to scare the shit out of us telling us stories as we walked single filed down game trails trough the woods and sometimes high grass. It was fun for me and my cousins all about the same age. It was fun to move quietly as frogs and rabbits and foxes and possums all made their way trough the woods. We never carried a flashlight, he used to point at huge bull frogs and jokingly say "look at the baby rabbit" this particulat time it was just him and me, my younger cousins had been kept by their helicopter mom. So we were the brave ones. We were about 20 minutes in our walk, they were usually about one hour long when the forest went eerily quiet. No crickets, no cicadas, nothing rustling in the night, we were within view of the water that just lazily trickled over rocks on its way down. No moon that night. I was overwhelmed by a feeling of dread and my grandfather felt it too. He reached back and grabbed my shoulder and said we had to head back. I thought it was strange sience he enjoyed these walks as much as the kids. He seemed worried but I couldn't really see the look in his face be a use of the darkness. He held on to my shoulder all the way back rushing me and guiding me. About five minutes later of double timing it back home he stopped and held me in place. Feeling of dread intensified I almost shat bricks as I heard him opening up his old buck knife. One of the old ones bigger than the 110 I carry now. Cont....

>>718536
This one is fascinating to me because I lived about 20 minutes away from Forrest and then moved to Ballarat this year. Must go back and go camping sometime.

>>724207
So we stood there for a minute. We could hear our breath. Then we heard some paces behind us. Sounded like the hooves of a deer or goat on the round rocks that were everywhere near that river. Probably some of the most intense moments of my life, gramps told me to go on. Get going home. I was petrified he said it I'll be ok so my scared as fuck 11 year old mind said fuck it. I took off power walking home. Grandpa stayed behind as I was closer to the house that I thought, about 3 minutes and steep climb from with was the old river bed on to the road that took us home. I got to the end of the tree line and waited for a few seconds. It was then when I head a pretty terrifying shriek and saw my gramps haul ass from the deep darkness from under the trees.we made it home a few minutes later where he told me not to tell my grandmother because it would worry her, he tried to play it off as a joke but he seemed worried and as soon as we got back he locked the metal door to his house and set the 30-06 in the corner behind it. We were pretty shook up and after that he never really took us out again. Granma made flur tortillas and we had avocado and chile tacos I never said anything. Still remember how intense that shit was.
Tfw based grandpa stabbed a skin walker and then we went home to eat avocados.

>>720458
There are stories from some fellow rangers about how this female ranger at another park once walked up on a place in the woods to investigate a fire (nowhere near a campground).
She came upon a man staring at her with a wild look in his eyes, shirtless, with dead animals hung upside down headless (there was an owl, rabbits, squirrels, etc.
Apparently his eyes were completely bloodshot.
The ranger, being alone (and while rangers in this state don't carry) she just booked it and went back to the park's headquarters.
I sort of believe this, because last summer a dead owl turned up at a campground missing its head at that same park. We got the owl parts at our park from a CO to preserve for educating kids. If I cared enough to see if this is true I could ask about the report or FOIA it.

>>722353
When you pull that lever on the magazine plate and let the bullets fall out.
Guess the guy was too scared to shoot instead

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> Out camping in the Chequamegon-Nicolet National Forest
> doing a week long extended hike
> deep in the wood
> off of marked trails
> find blue ribbon on a few branches about 25 yards apart
> must be another camper
> decide to fallow this camper's trail
> spot a tent a few hundred yards more from where the ribbons started
> pack is there, as is a fire that was put out a while ago
> animals have been through it
> like all the equipment was just left behind
> look around the camp
> no signs of anything undisturbed or they left in a hurry
> look inside tent again and in the corner I find a piece of paper, a wallet with cash inside, cell phone, and car keys
> on the piece of paper it reads
> "You can find me at the big oak tree. Thanks."
> decide to extend my search in about 100 yards in every direction.
> see a large oak tree on top of a hill
> that must be it
> on one of the low hanging branches I can see yellow rope tied around it.
> check it out
> I reach the tree and see the rope tied off in several loops around the tree
> I go around the tree and I am face to face with a rotting skeleton
> around the bodies neck is a noose.
> NOPE!
> walk back and away from the camp
> NOPE!
> get back on the trails and out out of the forest
> NOPE!
> go to the police and give a detailed location as to the whereabouts of the body
> as soon as I give the name of the missing camper the police knew I found a man who had been missing for 9 month
> the last thing he told his family is he was depressed and went camping
> that was last summer.
> its next spring.

>>725213
Fuck

>>702748
>a lot
>implying not all cryptid stories are.
They ate funny/ interesting/ spooky, but fake, like a Stephen king novel, but better reads

>>725213
That beats the Leg Story some of my old fellow camp staff have. They went of hiking in the forest way off property and found a mostly intact leg attached to a mostly decayed corpse. The next day SAR had one of them lead back to the body. He conveniently "couldn't find it" so one of the others could get a free helicopter ride. Also led to one of the more memorable camp radio conversations. All the SAR and higher-ups at camp are on the radio being vague talking about getting and recovering the object b/c don't want to freak out campers. Coworker who scammed SAR into a helicopter ride responds to one of their questions with "WE'RE RIGHT OVER THE BODY!" Leading theory as to the body is some hiker got bit on the leg by a rattler and than fell to where he was found. Whatever animals went to scavenge the corpse avoided the leg with the venom in it.

>>725213
Shhiiiiiittt

>>704161
>crows

More!

The ending may disappoint but this all happened.

For obvious reasons I'm changing names.
Summer of 2015 my friends (faggot & autist), my dog (paco) and I ('beetus) went camping at a state park here in Texas
>I'm an avid camper, having been primitive camping in all over this state and in utah as well.
>faggot is a camper as well, albeit not much outside of boyscouts
>autist's definition of camping is a tent next to a power outlet.

>in planning the trip, had to change dates because faggot told me the wrong day.
>all the primitive sites are filled at the other state parks
>decide on one park, but primitive is same as normal site for some reason
>alright
>load up car and roof rack and drive out there
>sign in, park is kinda empty, only two rangers we could see
>pull up to ring of campsites, almost a cove of trees next to the lake, surrounding this giant picnic shelter/grill thing.
>beautiful as fuck, tree coverage so thick almost like it's overcast all the time
>perfect for Texas summer
>as we unpack and explore this cool area we notice people yelling at each other at the closest bathroom structure
>sounds like "hurry up so we can GTFO"
>mustbemadcouple.jpg
>after they leave notice it's unsettlingly quiet
>This is normal because we got there at a time when people were leaving the park rather than coming, but no-one was there when we got there
>even park rangers were rare the first night

>we set up camp, me and faggot are using ultralight tents
>autist has hard time setting up this huge fucking 4 person tent
>we decide to take paco on a walk, excited because new place to explore
>before leaving we stack and secure out gear box and cooler with ratchet straps to test for night time with raccoons
>go on walk, come back
>decide to start prepping food
> faggot is mad at me
>asking me where I put X utensil he had taken out before, but put back
>say "idk, Because I saw you put it back"
>autist concurs
>finds it with some other stuff
>assume it's just autism
cont.

>>726363
>start building fire
>kneel down to build with kindling and logs, pockets are full and annoying
>start to empty pockets, full because pocket change and 'beetus supplies
>realize I have nowhere to put change and unknowingly drops it in firepit ash putting back in pocket
>fire started
>hours later, after eating food
>bullshitting around fire loud as fuck, being offensive and not caring because no-one around
>23:30hrs, suddenly we all smell metallic smell, like really hot metal
>suddenly all the bugs and shit go silent
>smell didn't concern me because campfire and right next to a man made lake
>but I've never heard the bugs go silent like that anywhere in this state
>faggot browses /x/ and /out/ and starts talking about skinwalkers and shit
>autist and faggot are both kinda freaked out
>I'm not scared but concerned, being a chemistry student thinking poison gas or something
>suddenly 2spooky /x/ time is broken by ranger driving by
>checking for homeless hippies trying to camp for free
>time goes by
>01:30hrs of the next day
>start talking about 2spooky again
>faggot gets up to go do something
>area so dark almost pitch black and fire so bright we have no night vision past maybe 6 meters of the fire
>faggot disappears in the darkness to the south of us
>suddenly paco perks up standing alert
>hear whispering behind me
>2spooky can't turn around
>I turn around and autist is talking to this Canadian dude who appeared out of the darkness
>somehow I didn't hear them from before
>guy is kinda weird, managed to set up a tent in less than 2 minutes but didn't know shit about camping
>asks about dangerous animals such as snakes/bears since he's canadian
>also asks about paying for site
>tell him to watch out for scorpions and snakes, but raccoons will fuck up your supplies
>thankseh.cad
>we decide to call it a night
>dog is alert for a while, but goes to sleep normally
>next day /x/canada as we call him is gone, but tent still there
cont.

>>726363
>>726379
>we have breakfast and decided to rent canoe
>go to ranger station to rent, /x/canada is there
>not in the station, just sitting in his car texting
>we rent the canoe and come back two hours later
>/x/canada still there
>go back to site, chill for a while
>go to ranger station to get wood since we ran out for coming night
>/x/canada is gone, but not at his site
>night comes and we do a fire, /x/canada comes back, we offer him to chill around the fire, doesn't want to
>acts bothered like he's running from something entire time he's been here, the law, a crazy girl, the mafia, or a ghost
>gets back in car and starts texting again
>around 02:30 we decide to get in out tents, /x/cananda does so an hour later
>but he sits on his picnic bench for that hour facing our direction
>paco is looking at him suspiciously the entire time
>the next day /x/canada is dissapear
>we start packing up to leave
>isn't until we are about to drive off people start coming to the camp site
>we take off and after we get on the backwoods highway heading home I notice a hyundai sonata, the same as /x/canada's behind us
>I don't say anything because faggot and autist will look at it
>5 miles before we exit into our town he turns off

Needless to say that was the weirdest camping trip of my life. I honestly think /x/canada was either a serial killer or running from one.

>>726385
It also turns out that the metalic smell was the coins that I dropped starting to melt, I meant to mention that but forgot.