Happy new year everybody!
I thought we could start things off with interesting and scary camping stories that we experienced, or heard from someone.
My favorite has always been the Dyatlov Pass Incident
From my own personal experience:
I was just a youngster when I went camping with my Mom and Dad. We were in the foothills of Mt. Ranier, near the Ohanapecosh river and we had bedded down for the night. As I was younger than 5 years old at the time, we were sleeping in the same tent. Our spot was in the middle of the woods, far away from designated campgrounds and the like. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awoken by my Mother's hushed and concerned voice. She had heard something rustling around outside of the tent. My Father scrambled to his feet and told my Mom to stay in the tent and keep me safe. I heard some rustling, and what sounded like some deep growling, and my Dad started yelling: "Hey! HEY! Get out of here! HEY!"
The commotion continued as my Mom held me tightly. After what seemed like forever, my Dad made his way back into the tent. He was covered in dirt and leaves, and he had a wild look on his face. My Mom asked him if he was okay, and he just said "We should leave."
We packed up our bags and left, and we never camped there again.
To this day, my father won't speak of the incident. I don't know what he saw out there in the woods, but it still scares me to think about it.
I thought we could start things off with interesting and scary camping stories that we experienced, or heard from someone.
My favorite has always been the Dyatlov Pass Incident
From my own personal experience:
I was just a youngster when I went camping with my Mom and Dad. We were in the foothills of Mt. Ranier, near the Ohanapecosh river and we had bedded down for the night. As I was younger than 5 years old at the time, we were sleeping in the same tent. Our spot was in the middle of the woods, far away from designated campgrounds and the like. In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awoken by my Mother's hushed and concerned voice. She had heard something rustling around outside of the tent. My Father scrambled to his feet and told my Mom to stay in the tent and keep me safe. I heard some rustling, and what sounded like some deep growling, and my Dad started yelling: "Hey! HEY! Get out of here! HEY!"
The commotion continued as my Mom held me tightly. After what seemed like forever, my Dad made his way back into the tent. He was covered in dirt and leaves, and he had a wild look on his face. My Mom asked him if he was okay, and he just said "We should leave."
We packed up our bags and left, and we never camped there again.
To this day, my father won't speak of the incident. I don't know what he saw out there in the woods, but it still scares me to think about it.
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