Camping scare stories.

I have two good ones, both surprisingly in the same area around a year apart. I was a camping a little over a year ago in a small camp sight near Desoto in Alabama near fort Payne. It was a small campsite surrounded by thick woods next to a large pond. That night at camp we heard noises all throughout the woods and what sounded like dogs barking in the distance. Late that night before were headed to bed my girlfriend took a picture of me in a hammock with the flash on. To the far right barley in frame of the picture looks like some kind of distorted dog man. We heard plenty of noises that sounded like a dog that night but other than that uneventful.

The second story I was staying in Desoto‘s camping section that is blocked off by a barrier so cars can’t drive in unless they camp there. It was late at night and we’d rented out this small camping cabin, shortly after two random vehicles pulled in. When we checked one was a park ranger the other was a random truck with a camp shell. Everything seemed normal until we realized the guys in the truck parked in a campsite, turned their headlights off, and then got out and wandered around in the dark. We thought they were camping at first until they started burning documents with the smallest fire I’ve ever seen, all while still walking through the woods in pitch darkness. They were there throughout most the night just burning paper and walking through the woods. Woke up next morning to check they fire pit they used and all that was left were a few scorched scrapes. A few were what appeared to be pages from revelations and the rest were with criminal or civil court documents. Next night they come back and wandered the woods again in pitch darkness looking for something. We left out the next day after talking to the ranger who doesn’t even know how they got through the locked gate or how they got past him on the road. All he said is it isn’t the first time someone had seen something similar just the first time they’ve come back the next night.
Ft Payne is my families home town. Been to Desoto many times but never camped there.
 
Years ago, a bunch of us kids were camping on one of the little islands across the river from Tybee. The area was where a fisherman had drowned years before while night fishing with a cast net.
So, it’s night, with a full moon, enough light to see pretty well. We’re all sitting around the fire after supper shooting the breeze, when we hear a sound like someone rowing a boat in the creek. We get up, look out, see nothing. Then, we hear a sound like creaking oarlocks, followed by what sounded like someone stowing oars in a wooden boat. Still don’t see anything, shining lights all around the creek. Then, sounds like someone moving in a wooden boat, followed by about a 10 foot perfectly circular splash in the creek, as if someone had cast a net. Creeped us all out good.
That was the end of the episode, didn’t hear anything else that night, only saw the splash in the creek.
Don’t think any of us slept well that night.
We camped there often, never heard or saw that phenomena again.
Growing up on the coast, with it’s centuries of tragic history, there are many tales of the supernatural.
 
Ft Payne is my families home town. Been to Desoto many times but never camped there.
Beautiful place, I‘ve stayed all over the mountains through there. They have some really nice tiny house communities, cabins, and campsites scattered around the area.
 
In 1969, while stationed at Clovis AFB, a NM State Patrol officer and I took an old Ford 4 wheel drive pickup deer hunting in the mountains near Cimmaron NM. After driving several hours north of Clovis, we turned off a well maintained paved road and then about 5 miles up a dirt logging path before setting up camp for the night. The weather was beautiful with the temperature around freezing.

Things went great until first light the next morning when we found over 10 inches of snow on the ground and heavy snow still falling. While the scenery looked beautiful, we both knew we were in a big pickle. After sizing up the situation and drinking multiple cups of coffee, we packed up, turned around, and got at least 25 feet before we found ourselves stuck fast, bumper deep. We quickly knew that the only way out was to walk. Accordingly, we buttoned the truck up and left all our gear, except our rifles, and headed down finding drifting snow over 3 feet deep in places. After hours of realizing that we might not make it out before dark, we stumbled out on the paved road.

Now the story has a good ending. While it's hard to believe this could happen in 2021, in 1969, we had no problem hitch hiking 20 miles to a bus station and then riding the 120 miles back to Clovis in full hunting gear, with rifles without cases. We had to wait over 2 months to go back for the truck where we found it exactly like we had left it.
 
A hunting buddy and I camped in Dawson Forest on night before a hunt the next day, Good Burbon helped me fall asleep.. . That night around 11-12 PM, heard what sounded like a scream, then banging around sounding like in a big tank or something. It was too dark to go scouting for a look, so stayed put with guns handy. then the noise stopped and I heard an engine gun and something scratching off on the dirt road. OK so that wasn't scary, kicker is the sounds were Michael Gary Helton committing one of his many serial killings, wish I'd know what I was hearing, might could have saved a girl's life, (Meredith Emerson). Scary part was knowing I was sound asleep and heard her dying scream and being in the proximity of a serial killer.
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Gary Michael Hilton is escorted from the Dawson County Courthouse after
pleading guilty to killing hiker Meredith Emerson.
 
A hunting buddy and I camped in Dawson Forest on night before a hunt the next day, Good Burbon helped me fall asleep.. . That night around 11-12 PM, heard what sounded like a scream, then banging around sounding like in a big tank or something. It was too dark to go scouting for a look, so stayed put with guns handy. then the noise stopped and I heard an engine gun and something scratching off on the dirt road. OK so that wasn't scary, kicker is the sounds were Michael Gary Helton committing one of his many serial killings, wish I'd know what I was hearing, might could have saved a girl's life, (Meredith Emerson). Scary part was knowing I was sound asleep and heard her dying scream and being in the proximity of a serial killer.
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Gary Michael Hilton is escorted from the Dawson County Courthouse after
pleading guilty to killing hiker Meredith Emerson.
These are always the scariest ones because the monster looks just like you or me.
 
A hunting buddy and I camped in Dawson Forest on night before a hunt the next day, Good Burbon helped me fall asleep.. . That night around 11-12 PM, heard what sounded like a scream, then banging around sounding like in a big tank or something. It was too dark to go scouting for a look, so stayed put with guns handy. then the noise stopped and I heard an engine gun and something scratching off on the dirt road. OK so that wasn't scary, kicker is the sounds were Michael Gary Helton committing one of his many serial killings, wish I'd know what I was hearing, might could have saved a girl's life, (Meredith Emerson). Scary part was knowing I was sound asleep and heard her dying scream and being in the proximity of a serial killer.
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Gary Michael Hilton is escorted from the Dawson County Courthouse after
pleading guilty to killing hiker Meredith Emerson.
That's a winner right there. WOW
 
I have two good ones, both surprisingly in the same area around a year apart. I was a camping a little over a year ago in a small camp sight near Desoto in Alabama near fort Payne. It was a small campsite surrounded by thick woods next to a large pond. That night at camp we heard noises all throughout the woods and what sounded like dogs barking in the distance. Late that night before were headed to bed my girlfriend took a picture of me in a hammock with the flash on. To the far right barley in frame of the picture looks like some kind of distorted dog man. We heard plenty of noises that sounded like a dog that night but other than that uneventful.

The second story I was staying in Desoto‘s camping section that is blocked off by a barrier so cars can’t drive in unless they camp there. It was late at night and we’d rented out this small camping cabin, shortly after two random vehicles pulled in. When we checked one was a park ranger the other was a random truck with a camp shell. Everything seemed normal until we realized the guys in the truck parked in a campsite, turned their headlights off, and then got out and wandered around in the dark. We thought they were camping at first until they started burning documents with the smallest fire I’ve ever seen, all while still walking through the woods in pitch darkness. They were there throughout most the night just burning paper and walking through the woods. Woke up next morning to check they fire pit they used and all that was left were a few scorched scrapes. A few were what appeared to be pages from revelations and the rest were with criminal or civil court documents. Next night they come back and wandered the woods again in pitch darkness looking for something. We left out the next day after talking to the ranger who doesn’t even know how they got through the locked gate or how they got past him on the road. All he said is it isn’t the first time someone had seen something similar just the first time they’ve come back the next night.


post that pic. sounds wild.
 
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