number four this happened during a Boy Scout campout when I was 15. my friend who was supposed to share the tent with me called out from the trip at the last minute so that meant I had to pitch the tent and sleep in it alone the sun was going down and after a long day of hiking we got back to Camp to set up our tents it was already dark at that point and I was still trying to set it up it wasn't as easy doing it yourself someone came over and finally helped me and
then we ate dinner after the cliched telling of scary stories around the campfire we all went to sleep I guess I was a little happy that I had my own tent at that point since I had more room I fell asleep quickly but woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of somebody stomping around my tent I immediately assumed it was another Scout going to take a leak or something you may be thinking that all our attempts were pitched right next to each other but our Scout Masters actually had us pitch our
tents far apart so I was pretty far from my closest Scout mates is stomping around the tent seemed to just be going around in the circle so at that point I was sure somebody was messing with me I asked who it was and in response to that they stomped off into the woods I almost found myself going out and following them but I figured it wasn't worth it and just tried to fall back asleep but after that it was hard to sure enough The Stomping came back and started circling the tent again I was pissed
off now so I got up and unzipped the door to the tent I was expecting to see another Scout but when I confronted the person making the noise instead I saw a grown man probably six foot five in his mid-30s my heart was racing and I couldn't even gather up the courage to scream the man gave me a creepy smile and then brought his finger to his lips signaling for me to be quiet I did a quick 180 and sprinted to my scoutmaster's tent screaming like a baby he ran out before I even reached the
tent and I told him about the man I saw he and the other scoutmaster ran over to my tent with one of the hunting rifles but they didn't find the man they did however pick up on the tracks the man left walking around the tent we were all told to bring our tents closer together like literally right on top of each other the trip was cut short the next day and we all went home I have never gone camping since and I never will again number three so me and a couple of my buddies went
camping last summer alongside the Willamette River we actually had a decent hike into the deep end of woods we did some night fishing listening to music and basically drank to the point where everything was funny later in the night I would guess we finally called it a night somewhere past 2 A.M I shared a tent with one of my buds while the other two shared another 10. we heard them laughing about something first we left at the sound of their laughing but it soon got annoying and we yelled for them to shut up one of
them responded it isn't us I sat up startled at the response I came to realize that it was a sound of only one person laughing and it didn't sound like either one of my friends even in my drunk State I realized how odd it was for somebody to be out this far in the woods so late at night The Laughing gradually got closer and louder to our campout my friend shot up and looked at me with a worried look on his face I heard my other friend scream over to us that they were getting freaked
out as the left and got even closer I could make it out very clearly to be the laugh of a male probably in his 30s or 40s sounded like he was as drunk as us messing around with friends but we only heard his laugh nobody else there was something indescribably creepy about his laugh too as if it was missing something to it you had to be there to understand what I mean The Laughing was now just at the edge of our campsite but we couldn't hear any footsteps at all now that may not seem like
a big deal it was impossible to move through that without making noise finally all of a sudden the Laughing stops completely we had no idea where whoever that was was standing as he hadn't made a single stepping sound he sat there in silence looking at each other my friend was clearly freaking out but he was keeping it together the best he could finally something broke the silence the sound of something rubbing against the cottony fabric of the tent we saw the outline of a hand through the Moonlight pressing on the tent we both screamed at
the top of our lungs before getting out of the tent we ran as fast as we could through the woods our other friends following us after about five minutes of running we somehow found our car I actually puked from running so much before taking the wheel I don't condone drinking and driving but I still believe we were just in this situation by far the most horrific experience of my life no idea who or what the hell that was or what they wanted number two after college I went backpacking in the Canadian wilderness for a few
weeks by myself to put this in perspective I was in the middle of nowhere the nearest town was a three-hour bus ride away and I only saw one other person who was from a distance he was in a canoe during the entire seven days I brought a few disposable cameras with me as this was before digital cameras were too widespread I took a lot of pictures when I got home I had them developed and took a look at them the pictures were standard nature shots until I got about halfway through my first camera there were
two pictures of me asleep in my tents in my sleeping bag I literally freaked out when I saw it and I had a complete breakdown to this day I have no idea how those pictures got taken I haven't been camping since and I sleep with my door open and my curtains shut and I still get the paranoid feeling that whoever took those pictures is still watching me somehow number one my boyfriend and I decided to go out to the gorge for some quality time camping we had always gone with several other people but this was
the first time it was just us two when we got out of our car to prep our gear for the mile hike back to the camping spot two sketchy looking dudes came out of the trailhead eyeed us and went back onto their old school Volkswagen camper van I had a weird feeling but Shrugged it off and proceeded back to our camping spot I had previously camped in the same area a handful of times and I knew it pretty well once we got back there I knew of a handful of different camping spots and proceeded to
check them all out for the one that would be ideal for us I noticed what looked like someone camping further up the hill so I picked a spot a little further down where we'd most likely be out of sight not out of earshot though as I heard him yelling with someone else back over on the trail it was starting to get dark by the time we got everything set up so I figured I'd start looking for firewood suddenly this guy appears out of nowhere and asks us if we'd like any help and offered to sell
us a bundle of firewood for 10 bucks I laughed because we were in the woods thus surrounded by wood which I could pick up off the ground for free he then said that I wouldn't find much because they'd already cleared it out over the past few weeks few weeks I asked him how long he'd been camping up there and he said almost a month I already had the creeps about him and he claimed he was up there by himself I asked him why I heard him yelling with someone then and that he had referred to
more people when he was talking about the wood stammered and was like uh well uh yeah there's there's some dudes I know camping over there but up on the other side of the river then he proceeds to tell us that he's been lonely since he arrived he's from Pennsylvania took a bus to Lexington and had been living in the woods back behind where I currently work I knew exactly where he was talking about because I saw some homeless people immigrants and drug addicts coming in and out of those woods every day so basically he was
a homeless man who somehow got a ride out to the gorge and decided he would just live there instead he had been living on snakes bugs and selling firewood for money but he said we were the first people he'd seen in a few weeks his stories were all over the place and I know he was lying about a lot of what he told us he wasn't alone even if he claimed to be he even took us to his camp where there were tons of stuff for several guys not just one he said he liked camping
up top where he could see everything and everyone then showed up our campsite he had a straight shot View by now it was dark and he helped us get a fire going I was trying to politely get him on his way back up the hill so I could have a minute to process all this when he left I started whispering to my boyfriend that there was no way in hell I could sleep without lying sketchy homeless creep right up the hill he didn't have a gun knife or even a dog to protect ourselves if we
needed to my boyfriend somehow convinced me to stay a little longer so he planned to stay the night but all throughout the night we heard twigs and branches snapping around our tarp as if somebody was watching us it was that man I knew it was he was standing out there watching us I said let's quietly get our [ __ ] together and get the hell out of there which we did only we left our new tarp set up because they would make too much noise and he'd know we were leaving as soon as I stood
up with my pack ready to get the hell out of there he yells weaving so soon we proceeded to get away from there as quickly as possible the most disturbing thing as we were getting away from there the man yelled for us to come back that only made us go even faster in my mind we were either getting robbed raped killed or something because he was not alone his stories didn't add up and his background of where he came from made me believe he was running from something and was trying to hide by living off
the grid I called the Rangers the next morning and told them about him luckily all he got from us was a set of new tarps
