ITT: Camp/Innawoods Stories

OP plz continue

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>>18803075
Cont. (2/2)
>Next morning, we go over to the prints with Shy Guy to settle his nerves and prove to him it was an animal
>Ask him not to tell the others, it'll freak them out
>Amazed at how close this thing got, we were just 100 yards away
>Looking for prints, can't find anything beyond squirrel and fox prints
>and then it dawns on me
>this thing wasn't walking along the ground
>IT WAS IN THE FUCKING TREES
>Tell kid it must've just been a skulk of foxes (bullshit, unless they were shredded)
>leave an hour earlier than planned

Might've been a cougar, they are known to travel along treetops, but we would've seen those glowing eyes easily with the flashlight.

I've got plenty to share if anyone's down :)

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I got a innawoods story but it isn't scary but it's I think it's pretty fucking funny
>Be an autistic 13 with his 14 year old friend and his little brother
>"What we gonna do today"
>Live in the middle of fuck all no where with plenty of forest
>We gonna go innawoods because back then we had balls of steel
>Woods filled with shit tons of poisons snakes and shit
> TL;DR Florida
>Anyway we start trekking in and find this stream that leads to a big ass creek a few miles away
>Decide to follow it to the creek then take the road from the creek back
>About two or three hours and two retard circles later we're almost there
>The route that my friend took before without me was blocked because of a heavy storm so we just keep following on the left side
>Eventually come up to a point were theres a massive slope to our left, stream to our right,in the middle was a tree stand, and forward to the creek was barbwired off
>"Imma climb da tree stand" Said the autistic 14 year old
> I told him he was fucking autistic and lets just go under the barbwire
>"Nah nah imma climb da tree stand"
>Autisimo climbs up it
> Next thing we hear in a thick redneck accent "GET OUTTA MAH WOODS"
>He drops from the tree stand as a crazy fucking redneck starts shooting at him then at us
>Misses and hits the stream but we sprint under the barbwire
>Less autistic me was already ready and dived my fatass under it
>With a little wiggling and activating my natural lard glans I got through and we all start sprinting to the creek
>Fasts we've ever run in our lives
>Ran into a deep fucking slope with a tree over it
>Become fat James Bond, not even thinking about it, ninja slide down it,tuck and roll, and back fat man running
>Luckly we eventually reached the creek
>Unluckly the redneck expected us to go there and was waiting for us with his truck
>Fucker thought we were trying to " TOOK MER GUNS"
>Basically steals my friends ID and drops us off on the side of the road
>Hike back covered in mud n creek water

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OP Here.

>at the Camp itself, we'll just call it Camp /X/
>nightfall, it's my time off
>no wifi (obviously), no signal, nothing
>want to browse using my cellular data
>there is a place everyone goes called "Signal Ridge", a good half KM away from Camp /x/
>first attempt, I go alone, no bear spray, pitch black, using phone flashlight
>stupid idea, but whatevs, I get to fap
>start freaking out, start to sing loud to ward off animals
>"I-In the jungle the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight..."
>Start getting more confident
>"IN THE JUNGLE THE MIGHTY JUNGLE"
>probably look fucking stupid
>I get to the "ooOOooOOOOO" part of the song
>belt it out loud
>SOMETHING HOWLS BACK IN DISTANCE
>nope.jpg
>sprint back to camp, grab a good friend of mine, we'll call her Lo
>Lo also needs to call her BF
>we hike out together, still no bear spray, using phone flashlight
>We get there laughing and gossiping
>everything's chill, checking emails
>soft moan in distance
>not a sexual moan, but a pained moan
>look at Lo
>she glances up, but shrugs it off
>it hits again, louder
>it's coming across the ridge
>louder
>loUDER
>SO FUCKING LOUD ITS RIGHT THERE
>at this point, Lo is already sprinting, grabbing my shirt, yanking me back to camp
>I agree with this plan, we sprint back, nobody fucking believes us, Lo is crying.

Neither Lo or I have ever gone back, we just suck it the fuck up.

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Poster of autistic Innawoods story, interested in some more OP

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OP again.

>a little backstory about Camp /X/
>was built beside 100 year old Ranger Station
>government considers it a Historic Site, so we can't touch it
>counselors still break in and scare each other at night, but basically it's just a tetanus pile of mouse shit slowly building up
>have Jr. Girls, ~8 yo
>Female Co-Counselor this week, she's experienced with this age of girls, so everything should be alright
>everyone is a pretty typical 8 yo girl in the middle of the woods, except this one creepy fuck
>we'll call her M
>At start of week, M talks in her sleep, according to female co-counselor
>i'm monitoring the outside of the section of the cabin
>each section contains 2 groups of campers, so that's 4 diff counselors to help monitor
>it's my night tonight, I sit outside on a chair, just enjoying the stars and the nice night, listening to for problems
>sure enough, M is sleep talking
>actually, she's sleeping shouting
>can't believe an 8yo can sleep through this
>I pop my head in every once in awhile to make sure she's okay
>female counselor brings me tea, we chat a bit about what we want to plan for them tomorrow
>as she turns to head back, i ask her if she has a deck of cards or something, im bored as fuck
>she says she has a rubix cube, it's on the shelf in her room
>cool.dox
>i head inside, turn the corner into her room
>JESUSFUCKINGCHRIST
>I clasp hand around mouth to hold back biggest scream ever
>M is standing in the doorway, looking up at me
>drop down to her level, ask her if she's okay
>she's not even fucking sleepwalking
>"The Devil was talking to me through my pillow."
>yeah that's not happening
>grab my supervisor, they can deal with this shit
>i get night off, people laugh at the fact that I believed an 8yo
Cont. (1/2)

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>>18803245
Cont. (2/2)
>the next morning
>eating breakfast uncomfortable
>girls have no idea what happened last night
>M has done nothing but eat her toast and stare at me
>female so-counselor is giggling uncontrollably, finds the whole thing fucking funny
>to break the uneasiness, I ask M what she wants to do after breakfast
>she shrugs
>"do you want to go up to the gravel road, and we can paint some rocks?"
>"no, that's where the headless woman likes to walk around at night"
>"w-what?"
>"I saw her out my window."
>jesus christ i know she's fucking with me
>female co-counselor is marking out, so funny
>after breakfast, sunny day
>we walk past the ranger station to go play in the field
>M screams at one of the windows
>this incites the other girls to scream
>everyone's screaming
>we look at window
>BOOM
>window smashes outwards
>female co-counselor and I jump in the way to shield the girl's eyes
>far away enough that it won't hit them, but not worth the risk
>we take the girls to the cabin, I run to supervisor, explain what happened
>he gets sorta upset, tells me that one our girls must've thrown a rock
>but nope
>he investigates, it was shattered from the inside out
>nobody has been in the Ranger Station, and nobody is cruel enough to smash a window at a group of junior girls
>we tell girls that it was a squirrel, clean up glass before any other group can find out and ask
>Ask M why she screamed before the window smashed out
>doesn't remember screaming

Aaaand M went through the week totally normal after that. Seriously the most fucked up thing ever, still bothers me a lot.

>>18803312
I don't know what it is with small girls and woods but they're always up to no good. I've even had a run in with some but it's not long enough to green text. Basically just me and some friends going out camping for friendos birthday. Shits pretty swell, start to get sticks so we can roast some weenies, nothing better then some roasted weenie. Went back down some old pathway trying to get palm fronds, things are teen times more sanitary, but there's this creepy ass 7 or so year old girl staring at me. The kind civilian I am I ask if she's lost but then she just takes of sprinting into the woods. Probably someones kid but shit was still weird.

Also keep em coming, I'm interested. I've actually been teeter tottering on whether not I should go into a little counseling during the summer for some extra cash.

>>18803075
>Canadian Rockies
>Mountainous Terrain
No shit, Sherlock

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OP for a shorter story :)

>hiking up a particularly long hike with ~12-13 yo Boys
>they are troopers, not complaining, having a good time
>I know this area pretty solid, so I lead the way
>see shape in brush
>not a person
>not an animal
>a little wooden structure
>not familiar with it, maybe it's some kind of new ranger thing? maybe someone's campsite?
>get a bad feeling, tell everyone to take a water break while i scout out ahead
>slip off my pack, jog over
>it's a handmade structure, sticks and branches woven into each other with incredible skill
>genuinely impressed, maybe those fags over at camp /diy/ made this shit
>look at shelf
>utensils and tools made out of bones
>ummm.wtf
>see deer skull, skins, and furs
>thats not good
>signs of somebody living in this thing for an extended period of time
>holy shit
>realize i'm standing in the middle of a hermit's shack
>look deeper into woods
>something's moving
>jump out of shack, tell kids to go other way
>"Yeah, I saw a bear!!!"
>kids mixed reactions, but better than the truth

Probably was a deer moving in the woods, but fuck if I'm taking that risk.

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>>18803336
I highly recommend it! Apart from all the spooks, it's been without a doubt my favorite job.

>working in the offseason
>camp /x/ rents out the facility in the spring/fall/winter to richfags who like to ski or get married or whatever
>i helped do some catering, it's just supervisor and i
>richfags leave, supervisor and i clean up their mess
>two cabins and a mess hall are the main buildings, along with an office down the slope
>i finish cleaning cabins in about 15 minutes per section, they kind of freak me out when you're alone in them
>all cabins are clean, supervisor heads to city to grab us a pizza or whatever, it's about an hour drive
>sweeping mess hall, blasting shitty music through my wireless speaker
>hear a loud and sudden BANG, like window shutters hitting the side of a wall
>we don't have window shutters
>check out kitchen, clear
>front porch, clear
>upstairs, clear
>wtf okay, maybe a squirrel got in
>look outside the window
>every cabin door is wide open, every single one, both buildings
>go upstairs, wait for supervisor to come back
>naturally, he doesn't believe me

I may have forgotten to close a door or two, sure. But 16 doors? All locked up and closed suddenly fling open? Creepy as fuck.

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OP with another offseason story

>camp /x/ holds campfires every night, basically a little story and skit to go along with it, all improv
>counselors dress up and be ridiculous, good times
>camp has just ended it's summer, i'm helping clean up the costume room, sort through everything
>just a bunch of old donated clothes and props
>camp /x/ had a PA system before they built a belltower to signal when to wake up, meals, etc.
>completely alone again, camp director is out with her kids in the City, supervisor is fuck knows where
>no music this time, haven't bought the speaker at this point in time
>PA system comes alive
>thatthingstillworks?.gif
>high pitched whine
>who even turned that shit on
>crackling, someone's trying to speak
>pop head out window, parking lot empty (except my car), im supposed to be alone
>PA Microphone is in the kitchen, downstairs
>I'm upstairs
>Voices come in, indistinguishable, 3 male adults talking about i dont want to know
>"crrrrr-where is-crrrrrr"
>i think camp is being robbed, so i hide hide in dresser
>pathetic

After awhile, voices stop, PA shuts off. I grow my balls back, and don't bring it up with Director or Supervisor. I just figured it was some people's radio's clicking into our system. Still scared the fuck out of me.

OP here, I'm gonna take a break :)

I've got one that isn't necessarily /scary/ but more just weird.
>Down in Tennessee on family land, belongs to great grandmother.
> really hilly area, house in a small valley near a creek, road we call "the holler" that leads up to a cow pasture through hilly woods.
>I liked taking long walks around the forest in this place, but typically we keep to the trails because riding 4 wheelers is easier there and because of snakes.
>Decide to go exploring today
>Go about halfway up the holler before turning off to the left, jumping over a little creek that runs alongside the trail.
>Tall thin trees all around.
>Deafening sound of bull frogs and cicadas
>Decent breeze through the hills also means the leaves are rustling
>Its that time of day where the sun is just beginning to set and everything is kinda blue-ish.
>I'm walking around, keep in mind this is private property too
>Find a couple of trees with orange cloth lashed around them. Follow the trees.
>Eventually find what looks to be a really shitty hunter tower made out of a ladder that is basically nailed to a tree with a shitty metal platform
>Nearby there is what appears to be a really old campfire with broken chairs around it.
>Poke a bit at the ashes and realize there is something in them.
>In the ashes, covered by them, is a plastic Walmart bag.
>Tear it open with a stick, and the whole thing is filled with scraps of cloth with plaid and denim patterns, like someone shredded clothes and put them in a bag.
>Don't really know what to think of it, but getting creeped out, and feel like I'm being watched (probably just because it was weird, I never saw anyone out there)
>Move onwards, back towards Grandma's house but still going through woods that I haven't been in before.
>Find an old-ass wagon that was basically lodged into a pile of dirt.
>Crazy old horse drawn wagon of some type, the wood all warped and rotten.
>Bust a couple pieces of the wood, reveals some old quilts or something
Continue?

>>18803615
yes

>>18803615
Uh ya?

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>>18803615
continue

>>18803615
cont.
>So I continue on from this wagon, weird that its out on our property and so close to where we usually go.
>reach a part within clear sight distance to the holler, about 20 to 30 paces away from it.
>Theres just a door standing there
>An old, wooden door. It isn't painted or anything, but the doorframe around it looked like it had some white paint on it once.
>There are no walls, debris, or even a foundation.
>Looking back, this just screams trouble but for some reason, I decided to open it.
>Little me probably thought it lead to some Harry Potter-ass wonderland, but looking back this is the kind of shit that gets people killed in stories.
>Reach out to the door knob, old corroded brass or copper or something like that.
>Try to turn it and it sticks a bit.
>Finally turn it and go to pull, the whole door just crumbles and falls down in pieces, except for this long jagged piece around the door knob, about the length of 2 feet.
>I remember this shape perfectly still, it has a bit about the door knob, but then a lot below it, all straight on one side, but the other side was going from one side of the board cutting across to a corner, like a knife blade.
>I just sort of stand there looking at the pile of wood for a bit, with this door knob in my hand.
>Feel intensely creeped out, and start looking around wildly trying to see if someone is watching me in the woods
>realize how dark it is getting and that I need to head back
>On my way back, I reach this pond that is near the entry of the holler, where a shitton of bullfrogs live
>but I realize it is completely silent. No frogs, no cicadas, no leaves, even though I can see a couple of the fat frogs and feel the breeze on my face. My hair was even blowing in it.
>But I'm the only thing making noise for some reason
>That kind of silent where your ears start to ring.
>Ears ringing, I run down the path and emerge into my grandma's yard.
>go inside. leave doorknob on porch.
>Eat awesome southern gma food.

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I got one but its more of an abandoned factory in the woods

>me and 3 other friends are hanging out
>one friend starts talking about an abandoned gun powder factory he saw on a back road
>says he will show us
>drive there, about an hour long drive
>by the time we get there its already twighlight
>place looks pretty cool, overgrown and with trees growing through the broken windows
>no one works there anymore for sure
>hear strange noises from the cat walks above
>sounds kind of like a weird ass screeching noise but not all that loud
>get freaked out
>get even more scared when we see a dead racoon torn to shreads
>leave

>>18803153
>>18803113
>>18803075
>>18803163

I enjoyed these. Good to see some decent content on /x/ for once. Nice one lads

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OP Back :)

>first year
>my best friend and some 3/10 sloot are breaking into the ranger station
>best friend hasn't gotten some in forever, so he's game to bang sloot
>this is all happening at night time because lets not get fired
>we all break into mouse infested shithole, shadows of trees making us jump and stuff
>we explore in a crouching walk position, kind of feeling badass, sneaking about
>we explore attic
>plastic skeleton sitting in chair, a classic prank from some of the older staff
>we all nervously laugh it off, and never go into basement again
>best friend approaches me
>"hey anon, can you wait in the basement?"
>i get the hint
>i hesitantly walk down the shitty stairs, almost certain they will break with how much they are creaking
>best friend and sloot probably makeout
>i am at the bottom of the stairwell, solid black basement, but from what i can see, it looks like the basement from the Blair Witch Project
>garbage and mouse shit EVERYWHERE
>smells like death
>im too scared to turn around and face the wide open space of the basement, so i kinda just look off into the corner, really adding to the Blair Witchiness of it
>hear shuffling upstairs, ew
>seriously, why would anyone find this place erotic in the slightest sense?
>hear shuffling in the abyss of the basement
>probably a mouse
>sounds like someone's dragging their feet
>notcoolnotcoolnotcool
>i know realize im in the same pitch black basement as someone else
>all of a sudden, i hear a hushed "HEY"
>i dont give a fuck what they were doing upstairs, i flipped and bolted
>its one of those stairwells that dont have a backbase, so i can see through it
>too dark, but pretty much waiting for a hand to grab my ankle and for me to die
>half yell my best friend's name, dont even care if i get caught at this point
>%100 someone is right behind me, it feels like there is a presence following me up the stairs
>best friend and sloot dart around corner
>"anon, are you okay?"
>dont even fucking respond,im out

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Good stories up in here. Nothing crazy has happened to me innawoods. Clearly I need to camp more.

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OP

>every now and then, we have a teenage boy who has played Until Dawn
>every now and then, we have a teenage girl who has seen that one episode of Supernatural
>but one time, I had a camper who was obsessed with the Wendigo
>apparently, he didn't want to go to a closer camp for his parents, because he wanted to catch a glimpse of Wendigo
>this kid is probably gonna be on this board someday
>spends most of his time talking about Cryptozoology, Supernatural entities, other /x/ stuff
>cool kid, but gives me the major creeps
>have to talk to him about not scaring the other kids
>but when he did get homesick, we talked about all the spooky shit, and it was pretty rad
>i told him that Wendigo hasn't been documented in the Rocky's for years, and even then, it was just crazy people
>this kid is dead convinced that the Wendigo's spirit is lurking around the woods
>this kid made a friend through all the supernatural Mojo talk
>creepy kid's friend is super interested in it all
>everything that week isn't too crazy, just a couple fights and some weird drawings
>but creepy kid's friend starts getting a little more depressed
>doesn't want to play with creepy kid, always wraps self in blanket or hoodie
>ask creepy kid if friend is okay, he immediately says "Yep! He's fine, don't worry about him!"
>probably just homesick
>i try and talk, but this poor kid just won't have it
>end of the week comes, he leaps into parents arms
>i should mention that creepy kid hasn't mentioned Wendigo once since he made friend
>everyone goes home, happy days
>next Sunday, Director calls me over after staff meeting
>seems pretty mad with me
>scolds me on not watching kids better
>confused, i ask her what was up
>apparently, creepy kid's friend's parents had called
>creepy kid, whenever they were alone building a fort or playing cards top bunk, would apparently become "possessed" by Wendigo, and bite into the poor kid's arms and legs, in an attempt to eat his flesh
>neither kid ever came back

>>18803660
MOAR

bump for interest

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>>18803075
>Camping.
>At night.
>See a flying skeleton.
>Spooked.

I'm exhausted

>>18804895
Its ok

>>18804209
This pic is a horse or cow bite and either way it's fucking hilarious

>>18804855
:^o

>>18804209
Ahahaha wtf nigga

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OP back for more :)

>going on the longest outtrip we have available
>two nights overnight, CIT (Counselor-In-Training) group this week
>basically we hike up up a mountain to this lake that's surrounded by other mountains
>pretty breathtaking, pretty special times for everyone involved
>middle of August
>it starts to rain, snow, and eventually even hail
>my sleeping bag gets absolutely drenched
>end up having to sleep beside dead fire, tarp has a puddle on it, and we had a tarp set-up for our fire
>be alone, freezing to death on a mountain, looking out into the lake, on and off again storms
>see this cloud enter the valley of mountains
>it looks like the smoke monster from Lost
>but not black, and in cloud form, with lightning inside of it
>wonder if that's what death is supposed to look like
>no wind, sound, or even rain
>just this cloud hovering over the lake
>the hike back took us 7 hours, but the bus had said it had taken us 12
>they had sent a search party to look for us
>we gurantee HAD to see them on our way back, but we didn't
>everyone ends up back on the bus, safe and sound

Anyone know what that might have been? I'm guessing something related to Time, but I've never known. Pic related, it was basically my view of the lake.

>>18806032
very weird op. no clue what it could've been tho

Nice thread, I love epidermis traveler stories

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Possible moonshiner encounter?

>be me, 14, with my first (and only up to this very day)
>live in one of the first neighborhoods constructed in my area, shit ton of woods behind house
>old ass mountain bike trail my dad told me about, suggested me and girlfriend walk on it the next time we have her over
>I've only been on this trail once, deep back, around a mile or so there's an asston of mason jars, rusty pipes, and barrels, ect
>me and gf go back around a mile and a half to a rock outcropping
>sit down, make out, talk, whatever
>she starts squinting down at the trail below
>anon what the fuck is that
>range rover comes barreling out of the fucking brush right up at us, fully in-gear four wheel drive

continue?

>>18803163
Probably a vixen in heat. They sound like someone is being tortured.

>>18806648
OFc continue