Cults and Innawoods stories. Burning wood nymphs. I was going

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>>18421433
The other things I remember from the thread were a bunch or real cult stories, mostly in the UK. One of the greentexts was about a group of LARPers who wandered away from their event area. They were looking for a place in the woods to fight and came upon a bunch of shitty teenagers in bathrobe/ harry potter cosplay cloaks chanting in Latin around a cat they had hogtied with duct-tape. LARPers decided to play fist of god and pummeled the teens with paladin fury

>ROLEPLAY

>>18421445
not to be a cuck what is that big deer thing with the skull and stuff? cause i've seen it before ):

>>18422527
>skipped the whole introduction

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>>18422537
No idea, just some spooky pic not related.

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>>18421433
I'll share one of my more horrifying moments from childhood

>2002
>11 y/o me, my 14 y/o brother and my dad go to Robinsville, NC with rest of family for vaycay
>dad, brother and myself decide to hit some trails while everyone else stays at the cabin
>dad packs his .357 revolver "because you never know"
>bro and I bring .22 youth rifles, pumped af because mom hates guns and we never get to enjoy them
>Spend about an hour hiking up a trail towards "a beautiful mountain view" according to the cabin owner
>the view is beyond beautiful, can easily spot the great smokies from our point on the mountain
>dad asks us if we wanna carve our names into a tree
>fuckyes.jpg
>we carve them and mosey back down the trail
>not even five minutes after leaving the viewpoint, we hear something behind us
>sounds like several footsteps
>dad tells us to crouch down behind trees and wait for it to pass
>bro and I get behind trees on opposite sides
>look out into the opening and can only see dad
>his face looks blank, like his personality was shut off
>footsteps now sound like trees being trampled
>power stance
>dad aims and fires two rounds, then two more rounds
>sounds like a truckload of potatoes hitting the ground
>dad tells us not to move as he walks towards the source of the sound
>two more shots
>silence for a minute before dad comes back and tells us to book it back to the cabin
>try to look back and see what it was, but dad shouts at me to keep my eyes forward
>get back to the cabin, no one says a word
>next morning, I press dad about what he saw
>he insists I must've been dreaming or tired
>check his revolver later, empty cartridges are still in the cylinder
>mfw dad probably murdered someone

>>18423302
Every time I read a story like this I always really wish the narrator ((YOU)) would ask the person who saw teh spooky thing wtf it was. I mean come on, you're 25 now. Just ask your father what happened.

Hi, I am fairly new to /x/. I enjoy the outdoors a lot and have been camping a few times, I get spooked easily but really, I have only had 2 spoopy experiences in my life and both times I'm pretty sure was just some coyotes I couldn't see.
I really don't know what to believe about cryptids and all that. I have read a number of stories around here, both unrealistic and believable, and do not know what to think.
Despite getting spooked easily to the point where know just reading a creepypasta or seeing an image like>>18421445 gives me goosebumps, again nothing really scary has ever happened to me.
I want to enjoy the outdoors next summer with some friends. I live in Western Washington which is not a very sp00ky place, and I have camped in Utah, Idaho, and Wyoming (not pussy camping, real camping).
So to my fellow Americans, what states, in your experiences or readings, are the spookiest? And which states are the least?
From what I've read, Nevada, Kentucky, West Virginia, Arizona, and North Carolina can be fairly spoopy. I would like to hear your thoughts. Sorry for the wall of text.

I didn't see it myself but there have been a few sightings of mutilated deer carcuses that have satanicesque imagery carved in. Probably just some angsty assholes but who knows. I'm from north Mississippi.

Looks like this is dead. two biggest cults in North America: Scientology and AA.

>>18423430
Florida

Once in the middle of the night and in the middle of NOWHERE in the woods, my friends and i came upon a guy dressed head to toe in all white, just standing in the pitch black, staring at a stop sign.

When we looked back, he was gone.

Even if it was a real guy, he was standing in the middle of the road in PITCH BLACKNESS in the middle of the woods at night.

>>18423430

The rural areas of Texas and Florida are so creepy the missing 411 guy had to leave those two states stories out of his books so he could write an entire book just about creepy wilderness disappearances in those places since there are so many of them.

Texas, Florida, California, Wyoming

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alirght boys here comes a long ass pasta
I'm from /k/ and do /k/ shit as a background, family owns land up Appalachia
I ran into some trouble there, conveniently in three part segments

>>18421445
Why are demons depicted with cow skulls/hooves? Cows aren't evil, are they?

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>>18429802
Episode 1: Red Bucket Root Digger

>Family owned land is being worked on, I done did my share of bushwhacking and burning
>Have pic related gun, taking pictures of it because gun pornography
>Doing my regular deer trail patrol
>Keep hearing rhythmic knocking, not like a woodpecker but metal on wood from deep down the holler
>Ponder it over my break, stop and load gun but don't shoot because gun safety rules
>Pa Arrives
>Pa is driving tractor cutting tall grass with finish mower
>Loud as fuck and cant hear it anymore
>Meh better go back, tell pa, get more water
>Hollow is a y shape, with both ends of the y reaching a public road but all of the y is OUR fenced off land
>Follow the right branch of the y
>Power line cut runs across the branch and I push through the brush to the road, turn right and follow road up hill
>Take this picture because lighting and spend some time standing and listening, maybe 19 minutes fro first sound
>As I get the gun, I see a fucking dude walking up the path I just came from, through the power cut
>Dude has a hippy dark earth fashion sense, a satchel, and is holding above his head a fucking large red bucket
>Stop and wonder what Pa was wearing when the sound of his tractor re-registers in my mind
>Start walking back down road to interept him
>He breaks out from the woodline over our fucking fence and has the bright red bucket hidden pitifully behind him behind a sapping
>Stands in front of me with arms forced on his hips like he is trying to hide it.
>details of convo are forgotten but gist is the following
>Hippie guy bullshits a question like "this is ____ road, right?" and said he was lost without cell and followed the holler up, (Retarded because that hollow leads to a road and going downhill is easier)
>Smile politely as he notices the rifle slung over shoulder, and say to the effect of sucks to be lost, forest is dangerous, did you know you are trespassing on the first set of barbed wire or the one you just crossed
(1/2)

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>>18429870
>Hippie claims to never have seen wire (bullshit, Episode three confirmed wire was still up all around)
>Hippie makes haste and leaves after a curt "and your name is?", hand shake, and a friendly reminder about sinkholes in this area.
>Hippie goes on away
>I walk down to Pa, give him the details
>He tells me to check the Red bucket
>Go back, hippie has abandoned tthe bucket and is making a phone call up the hill
>Looking in hte bucket reveals several leaves and a rusty white pot metal pissing pot. It was a trail marker down and favorite pissing pot.
>Confiscate pissin pot and chuck it back down hill 40 yards to around where I can get to it later
>hippe walks back down, apologies, wont happen again, I notice a roofing hammer sized pick and ask what he was doing
>I'm a root digger
>Implecations hit
>We part ways
>Go put my pissong pot back and see pic related on the way down
Could have been a bear or the hippie, no way to tell for sure, so I made sure the gun was loaded anyway. walked back trail to find where he came from. HE slogged up the creek bed and probably was agate hunting. Agates around here are rare, literally only found in the county.
>REEEEEE DON'T STEAL MY ROCKS

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>>18429895
Episode Two: Drug Harvest Boogaloo

Me and my brother do redneck /k/ shit. One day we decode to go shoot AR15s, test some smoke grenades, and fuck around. On the way up we find a car parked on the left branch of the previous mentioned y . This was the beginning.

Now this road goes through our property and both sides of this are we use to park. I drove through this gate and parked under a pear tree with a steep hedge concealing my car from the road.

>Brother and I fan out, we plan to hold at both ends of the y branches
>If either sees a trespasser we shout "JERICHO" and Only Jericho
>That is the signal to call police while other stalls, or if the trespasser is hostile, shoot the nigger in the fucking face.
>I hold Upper hill, the right y branch with my full AR15 gear: 18 rounds of ammo, 3 quarts of water, bayonet, ect ect
>Brother has my tokarev sitting at 12:30 in h
is front pocket.
>17 minutes into the stakeout I hear muffled yelling, "JERICHOANONCOMEDOWNHERE"
>Think that its go time
>Come running down hill with bayonet affixed, loaded and safety off
>6lbs of trigger and someone will die.
>See a very started redneck in a ball cap and loose T swiftly walking up the road
>see very smug brother standing by the car
>Redneck is head lowered, eyes wide, shoulders low, looking all the world like a startled scared puppy.
>brother yells for me to call the tow truck (what tow truck, we didn't talk about this)
>run down to brother and dialogue follows, brother speaks first
>Brother conversed with Redneck and asked if car was his
>redneck denies, brother hollers "JERICHO , ANON, COME DOWN HERE"
>Ask why didnt he just use the code word, he said because 'it makes it look like there is more of us'
>As I came down he hollered for me to call the tow to psych the redneck out and maybe he would fess up
>Redneck is gone now as we finish this convo

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>>18429946
Pic related was Brother's, I am camo and on left, redneck is center
Call neighbors about car, call Pa, no one recognizes it and we are thankful, for we realistically could have started a feud with someone we knew, now we recognize that redneck may have had a partner.

>We conclude he came from the lower Y and so reform an ambush for this
>In Waiting, 18-50 minutes go by.
>A Prius with two comes by
>Methwhore and MethMilf driving
>I leave cover and drop gear except for rifle because legal shit running through my mind.
>They beg us not to call tow, we ask who owns the parked car
>"Oh, he'll be out any minute"
>who is that, we just saw off some fucker
>"oh that's his cousin, He'll be out any minute"
> ... Make the car go away.
>Methwhore and Methmilf try and fail to enter the car which we already tested
>Methwhore and methmilf promise to try and get a key for it and drive it off if we cancel the tow
>fake canceling the tow because its easier than pretending a tow truck is on the way indefinitely
>Methsluts leave in Prius, apologizing
>cue another half hour of waiting

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>>18429984
Pic I took because I thought photo evidence might end up in court.

>Meth girls decided to return
>They repeat same vague shit and try again to get in the car
>Dont notice the broken glass sitting under the tire
>they leave, we call Pa to let him know
>Pa said don't provoke, stand back, stay hidden
>He tells us to sit at certain Picnic table in the center of the clearing (where he was mowing in episode 1)
>Chattin with brother I Observe a man crossing by the car
>guns out, suns out, time to disobey pa a little bit
>Walk over as man slings something into his passenger seat
>Looks up at me in full kit with gun over shoulder and my brother with bulging pocketed pistol
>Seems a mix of anger, frustration, and "oh shit got caught"
>He stand by his open trunk tossing a satchel in, and I say hello
>He responds curtly "sup"
>You know youve been trespassing?
>Yea
>whatcha been doin down there?
>Hiking
>I see his cargo pockets heavy and sagging, Round like and sagging like heavy sand.
>He looks back to me while closing tailgate and walking to drivers door
>So I said "You've got might heavy pockets to be hiking
">"Yea" he replies
>He fucks off, I finally unload my gun and we call Pa to bring him up to speed.

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>>18429984
Derp, Im on the right side, it was my left.

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>>18430023
Episode three: Anticlimactic deep patrol

>Against PA's wishes, me and brother go deep to check fences because this is the second time in a month assholes walked over out shit
>Pa thinks they were druggers or moonshiners and either way wont take kindly to us pokeing around.
>so naturally we just gear up for any possible situation
>We follow the right y branch, then follow the ridge uphill as far as we can, we hit a cliff and scale down it down.
>Reasoning is if we encounter anyone, we can fire from above and have a open neighbors pasture behind us.
>Take pictures of some shit, unusual or out of place things.
>We encounter no people, only jump some turkey and continue uphill against a limestone cliff we cannon climb.
On this we observe water weakened chunks of stone threatening to make two nice red splats in a neat new gully, we press on to the far fence. All fence so far has been rusty but holds high and you will feel it.
>Reach the far fence and find segments of it are made to hook and loop, to close fast behind someone.
>Deer trails run in rain trenches and are hard to mistake when the barbed wire runs over your head and the cut segments lay at your feet
>Fasten MINE flags to wire and refix the hook/loop part
>Checked no trespassing signs, they are all up.
>Follow wire downhill across creek bed.

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>>18430071
Water break. Too this just before walking under the large loose boulders.

>>18430071
>thinks tresspassers won't take kindly to you poking around on your own land

old people, everybody

>>18423452
There were some satanic bullshit spray painted in an abandoned warehouse in downtown Corinth. Probably just dumb teens.

[spoiler]you still here North MS anon? Whereabouts you from?[/spoiler]

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>>18430076
Bright orange red stone in a area predominately limestone and sandstone.

>>18430081
Consider the following. There were Two trespassing males, and three of us (Me, Bro, Pa.) who have work and college and school to attend. Two males who can come and go as they please while our tractor and supplies and implements are in a barn on that property, while We can only check periodically. IF they so chose, they could burn out our barn and $7,000 of farm equipment.

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>>18430099
Following the creek back out, we did not observe anything expect our previous laid markers and some downed trees from rain.
Crossing those fucklers was fun, We kept slipping on wet stone and loose dirt.
We got out of there 2 hours after entering.
Since then, we haven't gone that deep again.

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>>18430111
That concludes my little story.

>>18421433
you know its roleplay when its 2016 and your using a fucking torch

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>>18430132

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>>18431407

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>tfw no britbongs to go innawoods/urbexing with

>>18430134
>it's 2016
>still doesn't know that Brits call flashlights "torches"

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I WAS IN THE WOODS BONING MY GIRLFRIEND WHEN SUDDENLY SHE SCREAMED. I LOOKED UP AND IT WAS BIGFOOT. I WENT BACK TO BONE MY GIRLFRIEND BUT THE MOSQUITOS WERE GOING CRAZY AND SHE SAID THE WAS JUST NO WAY

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>>18429820
Greek and Roman gods Pan and Fauns. look like your typical high fantasy satyr half man half goat. The Greeks and Romans did see them as gods and they were worshiped. Pan fucked just about as many things as Zeus. He was worshiped in natural settings like forests and caves instead of temples. Basically a big drunken orgy. when Christians came along and saw all the sinning done in pan/fauns' names (and because they didn't want to call out the more widely worshiped gods) they made pan the face of the devil with the cloven hooves and the horns.

>>18430132
Get a FAL to go with them shorts and woodland lbv. Rhodie as fuck.

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>>18433992
I was strongly considering a FAL but the cost of feeding it, the fact my current LBE is STANAG based, and that the most common ranges here are extremely short or fairly far, I cant convince myself to seriously look at one.
A fair competitor was my previous (and arguably better kit. Pic Related.

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>>18434442