A large fish, nowhere near the coast or a major lake or river.
I also came across a strange zipline contraption made out of steel cable & wood. The strange thing was that the cable was nowhere near large enough to bear the weight of a person so when my buddy and I found it we were really confused as to what it was. We later learned that it was part of a moving target system a local archery club had set up years before.
Yeah, I figure it was something that an eagle or similar grabbed out of a private pond and then ended up dropped. It was still a WTF moment to be hiking innawoods and suddenly seeing a bigass fish lying dead on the trail.
Raccoons living in a bear carcass
I've seen an opossum crawl out of the ass end of a rotting cow carcass before, though that was on a farm.
a dolphin at local aquarium dies
too expensive to dispose of "properly"
tells flunky who empties the garbages that there's $50 in it for him if he can get rid of it, doesn't care where. or how
loads his truck, goes for a drive
a dolphin at local aquarium dies
too expensive to dispose of "properly"
tells flunky who empties the garbages that there's $50 in it for him if he can get rid of it, doesn't care where. or how
loads his truck, goes for a drive
First guess was firefighting aircraft sucking up swimming pool size chucks of seawater to dump on forest fire.
Second guess is African Swallow because a European Swallow wouldn't have the wing speed velocity to fly with that coconut.
not him but I saw a kid trying to cross the rio grande recently. kid was about 20 years old and had tattoos up his chest and neck/face. he waded out into the river towards us while we were on a backcountry canoe trip trying to get us to take him with him. we were probably 80 to 100 mi from the nearest convenience store or anything like that so he was basically fucked. he would only point the left side of his face at us and my buddy noticed that he was missing an eye. It looked to be freshly gone. we obviously got a little spooked and paddled the fuck away from him but we had to camp a few more nights on the river and he was in the back of my mind the whole time. when we finally went home we talked to a rancher down there who asked us if we had seen anyone. when we described the kid The rancher told us he had stumbled up to his ranch the night prior and begged for food. he said hecouldn't give him any but he would give him some water from the hose. he also asked if he was alone and the kid said in broken English that no he had a friend with him. when asked where his friend was he just responded with a throat slitting motion. border patrol got him shortly after that.
The DHS and border patrol can fuck a landowner for assisting. I think it's come down to people losing their property in the past so now people are a little weary. this dude's ranch is on the Rio Grande and the way he described it if he feeds one of them then there's going to be every illegal for 50 miles showing up there expecting help.
Same. 2 homeless guys surrounded by bottles at a shitty fire going to town on each other. Tried to join but my bro said it was gay. They followed us for a bit too. Found a dead body in a sleeoing bag a few weeks later in that area
bags of women's clothing, usually provocative stuff like lacey underwear and bras
as a horny teenager I would grab a pair of the panties and jerk off while smelling them, not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
>not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
You know it was a man right? Some 50 yo closeted crossdresser was almost caught by his wife and decided it wasn't safe to have his women's clothes around the house any more, decided to get rid of them in the woods.
>15 years ago >me and gf liked to drive on back roads at night to find spooky places >driving at night in the middle of nowhere during a full moon >no street lights and barely passed any cars >not much to see, just wilderness >glimpse a house on a hill in the distance >see a dirt road cutting through the wilderness to towards the house >why not >slowly driving down the road >turns in a sharp corner >can't see around the corner due to the trees and brush >turn the corner >it's like one of those roadside memorials >like 20 crosses, dozens of stuffed animals, toys, and balloons (that are still floating) >gf freaks out >put it in reverse and fuck off
I always wondered what could have happened there. It was too far off the road for a car accident to have occurred there
This happened to me when I was in college a long time ago. Still the weirdest thing to happen to me by far. >Driving from U of Oregon in Eugene back home to Boise for fall break >get started late, by the time I hit central Oregon it’s dark >for those not familiar with the area, once you get east of the Cascades, it starts to get real isolated real fucking quick >driving on 2 lane highway through the dark when I hit something in the road >probably some shit that fell off someone’s truck >engine starts making weird noises and check engine light comes on >FUCK >start looking for place to pull off and try to find a mechanic >pull onto this farm to market road >drive about a mile and see a farm supply store with the lights still on >couple locals sitting outside, drinking and smoking >I get out and try to introduce myself, but they’re acting bizarre as fuck >start losing their shit over how nice my car is and how they never see anything like it out there >…my car is some rusted piece of shit imported from god knows where >next they start talking about how amazing my shoes are >my broke ass literally bought these shoes from some tweaker in downtown Portland after my old ones gave out >creeped out by these guys, decide to go inside >kind looking old dude at the counter >when he sees me walk in, he starts ranting incomprehensibly about some numbers that grow in the soil (?) >wtf is this place >look around the shop, pretty typical looking country store >look in one of the seed bins >it’s filled with fucking gummy bears >alright fuck this >rush out of there, decide to take my chances with the car
I’ve driven down that road multiple times since, but I’ve never been able to find that weird fucking gummy bear store again. I try not to think about it.
>middle school >parents sent me to summer camp >we do 2 weeks of traveling and staying at different camp sites each night >at one camp site by a lake >it's dusk >see a guy in a small boat traveling parallel to us >we start yelling insults and making rude gestures >boat turns towards off >run off to our tents >hear commotion outside >the female counselors shuffle us into the vans while the male counselors are talking to the boat guy >spent the night in a hotel and came back in the morning to pick up our gear and the male counselors >2 rangers were there >no one ever told us what happened
>hiking >come across deer carcass >lol sucks to suck >grizzly bear stands up like 30 feet away >slowly back away until I break line of sight and fucking run
Nothing particularly strange, but I think there must be something weird out there that only lesser creatures can detect, because I sure as hell haven't seen any Black folks in the wild.
Out bush, thick eucalyptus, native Cyprus. Hilly, boulders everywhere, valleys. There's a trail I'm following but it's shittily marked. >Lose marks, but follow what seems to be a trail. >Bush goes deadly quiet, but this is normal for remote places, it's actually pleasant. A good reason to go bush in the first place. >Temp drops from 35C to 25C in the valley I'm in, still a thing that can happen. >Cyprus is really thick, I realise I'm not picking up the trail, I'm just fucking somewhere, but it's pleasant and nearly lunch. >Could be a clearing up ahead. >There is, however: >Flat area in the middle of clearing. >Carpeted, maybe 9 metres square fifties style office. Leather swivel chair, leather topped desk, filing cabinets, bookshelf. >Not ruined, just a carpeted fifties office, no walls, ceiling, in a clearing in the middle of the bush, gaudy colours. > Nope the fuck outta there.
sounds like it could've been some kind of photoshoot set, or some other kind of art installation
though, i would expect artists to pick up after themselves
>born and raised in central Washington >grandfather had a decent sized plot of land southeast of Mt Baker >woods and fields with a small cabin and an outhouse, no electricity or plumbing >used a gas generator for power when needed and water was taken from a nearby lake >nearest town was like an hour/hour and a half drive away, nearest neighbors were miles away and I didn’t know anything about them >cabin was a square and was U shaped inside, you’d walk in the front door and it had the single main room with a table and chairs and a makeshift kitchen to one side and a wood stove in the center of the cabin, and the other side had a door to a small bedroom with just a dresser and a bunk bed >nobody lived there full time but we would go spend time there pretty often >the summer I turned 17 I wanted to spend a few weeks out there by myself >borrowed my dad’s truck and had it packed a bunch of easy non perishable food stuff >brought a .357 mag single shot Thomson Center Contender and a Ruger Single Six
I had a few weird thing happen that trip >sitting inside maybe an hour after sunset reading a book with my headlamp >suddenly there is a light outside >go to the window to look >it was like a ball of fire floating above the lake >go outside the front door to look at it >this bright ball just sitting right above the lake getting brighter and brighter >suddenly it shot away then curved up and disappeared >got spooked and went inside, closed the blinds, and got in bed
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Nevermind 2/2 cuz it was able to be squeezed into this last post
Another day >walking around the woods looking for grouse or rabbit or squirrel or whatever >already had one grouse with me in my backpack >find a clearing >notice all of the sounds of the woods are gone, stereotypical spooky innawoods stuff I know >there are four separate deer skeletons in this small clearing, the bones are scattered but I count four skulls >get spooked and quickly hike back to cabin >feel retarded only having a single shot .357 rifle and a .22lr single action revolver >don’t stop feeling that spooky feeling until I’m out of the woods and sound comes back
It’s stupid and stereotypical I know but it scared me
This happened a dozen times or so >be sleeping in the single bedroom >all doors and windows are locked >wake up to the sound of the front door opening >grab rifle and be scared shitless >put on headlamp and go investigate >nothing, front door is still locked
This kept happening, I’d even keep the bedroom door open and I’d still wake up hearing the front door opening only to see it still be closed, scared me to death
Then I turned 18 and joined the Navy and haven’t been back in almost 15 years
When the forest gets quiet, there's always a reason. Critters get too little credit for their understanding of the natural world. They know what's going on better than we do; they were sensing a coming confrontation. It was wise of you to flee.
>father worked at a ranch near a forest >a big place, the nearest house was 1-2 miles away >owners were kinda crazy, who worked too many hours, screamed at you if you didnt do it right, etc, they were in their 40's >we lived in a small house, near the house there was an old shed >in one day me and my mom check out inside it >just the usual, gardening stuff, tools. spiders, dust etc >but there was a closet closed with a lock, I opened it and there was a metal box in it >my mother and I thought that maybe it was money or garden gnomeels >but they were like some kind of surgical tools, knifes, bones cutter, etc, also it was drops of dried blood
so we kind fuck off, bought a new lock and call it a day, after a few months we left
there's a reason why things goes silence in the woods , sometimes something will happen, when you don't hear anything you hide or run
Animals feel that, we also feel it, we have a lot of senses, but normal fags ignore them.
Nevermind 2/2 cuz it was able to be squeezed into this last post
Another day >walking around the woods looking for grouse or rabbit or squirrel or whatever >already had one grouse with me in my backpack >find a clearing >notice all of the sounds of the woods are gone, stereotypical spooky innawoods stuff I know >there are four separate deer skeletons in this small clearing, the bones are scattered but I count four skulls >get spooked and quickly hike back to cabin >feel retarded only having a single shot .357 rifle and a .22lr single action revolver >don’t stop feeling that spooky feeling until I’m out of the woods and sound comes back
It’s stupid and stereotypical I know but it scared me
This happened a dozen times or so >be sleeping in the single bedroom >all doors and windows are locked >wake up to the sound of the front door opening >grab rifle and be scared shitless >put on headlamp and go investigate >nothing, front door is still locked
This kept happening, I’d even keep the bedroom door open and I’d still wake up hearing the front door opening only to see it still be closed, scared me to death
Then I turned 18 and joined the Navy and haven’t been back in almost 15 years
Some manner of predator's den for the deer, probably. Plenty of local likely suspects. Auditory hallucinations are common with certain forms of sleep disturbance, if you were anxious while you were there that could be a factor.
Pretty cool you got to see some ball lightning personally. It's not exactly common.
Nevermind 2/2 cuz it was able to be squeezed into this last post
Another day >walking around the woods looking for grouse or rabbit or squirrel or whatever >already had one grouse with me in my backpack >find a clearing >notice all of the sounds of the woods are gone, stereotypical spooky innawoods stuff I know >there are four separate deer skeletons in this small clearing, the bones are scattered but I count four skulls >get spooked and quickly hike back to cabin >feel retarded only having a single shot .357 rifle and a .22lr single action revolver >don’t stop feeling that spooky feeling until I’m out of the woods and sound comes back
It’s stupid and stereotypical I know but it scared me
This happened a dozen times or so >be sleeping in the single bedroom >all doors and windows are locked >wake up to the sound of the front door opening >grab rifle and be scared shitless >put on headlamp and go investigate >nothing, front door is still locked
This kept happening, I’d even keep the bedroom door open and I’d still wake up hearing the front door opening only to see it still be closed, scared me to death
Then I turned 18 and joined the Navy and haven’t been back in almost 15 years
Theres spooky shit in those washington mountains, anon. Heres some tripwire i found one night
Not really likely. I found these tripwires on a national forest service road on mountain loop highway while hiking alone at night. Absolutely the spookiest, creepiest shit ive ever found while in the woods. My absolute best guess is there was a drug camp or something nearby and they set these as signal alarms to alert them if offroad vehicles were approaching so they could book it outta there. Truthfully, i have no fucking idea why they were there and i didnt stick around to find out, but yeah i found them.
the western us doesn't get enough credit for being spooky imo
I am born and raised in the olympic peninsula area and I have spent a lot of time in the outdoors, in boyscouts and as an adult. I don't go anywhere in the woods(or in general) without being strapped, and prefer to carry a long gun as well.
To think that I spent many years in the scouts sneaking out if our tents at night and smoking weed in the dark far enough from camp that the smell or sound didn't carry, unarmed except for a few pocket knifes and maybe a hatchet, stoned and isolated, gives me the creeps.
It's amazing how fast things went downhill. Everything seemed to change in just a matter of years. When I was a kid we used to spend all day in the woods fucking around with no adult supervision. This was from 2005 to 2012 or so, before I got my drivers license and my horizons expanded.
There is no way I would let my kids go play in the woods or anywhere else alone these days. I wouldn't even let my wife go walking around downtown at night or innawoods alone, not that she would anyway.
I guess pumping the country with cheap drugs and degeneracy will do that.
That seems to be a common thing, the same thing happened to those two girls who vanished in Peru or wherever and took a ton of pics of them trying to reach civilization again. The only thing they found of em was their clothes in their backpack (and the phone)
>Campin in southern Germany near the Alps >Hanging cozy in my hammock ready to fall alseep around midnight >Hear some small animals scurrying around, nothing unusual >Think I see some light >Hear some heavy cracks of sticks >Think maybe someone found me, some hunter or forest worker (Camping in random woods is illegal in Goymany) >Look but see nothing, also hear nothing >Get my trusty leatherman ready since it's the only kind of weapon I have >Listen closely and I hear what are definitely steps >Heart starts pumping, jump out and shout into the darkness >No response >Get flashlight and start shining it around, see nothing but I can hear the cracks and steps of something as I shine around >Get really scared >Fuck this, grab my bag, left the hammock as is and just started jogging back to the gravel road outside the forest >Reach road and start slowly walking towards the next village >A few meters down see a car parked there with a guy just sitting alone at the passenger seat >He looks like he's on drugs or something, doesn't even look at me directly
I eventually just walked back to the village and walked around until morning. Then called a friend to pick me up. Been about a year since and I haven't had the courage to go camping since.
Not necessarily spooky but it was during the encounter >shooting guns at abandoned mine, two hour drive from Boise >bunch of cool abandoned buildings and equipment >never see a single other person there >buddy and I plinking and kicking up cyanide dust from the tailings piles >hear woman screaming >obviously not a cougar/wildcat, almost sounds like words >reload rifles and begin moving towards the sound >expecting to find human trafficking victim or murder in progress >its some fucking hikers >"i heard gunshots so i started screaming so people would know where i was and not accidentally shoot me"
They were more spooked than us when we found them, since we kind of just turned around a corner with guns drawn
Sorry I don't have any spooky stories, but I have another one that' weird >on hiking trip with trail association >basically weeklong excursion to repair walkways in marshy areas >8+ hour hike, multiple river crossings and climbing portions >trail association brings private backcountry chef (unrelated but god damn he cooked some good food. got discharged from airborne after sheering his ankle-nub off on a tree stump when parachuting) >cutting some trees down for lumber about 1/2 mile from trail >see something shiny >move to investigate, find a tarp covering some random shit >a full size wooden dining set >a full size fucking grill >grill is full of large glass tubes >besides a little rust, it's literally pristine >no grease, no leftover scrap from cooking anything >ranger assigned to group is baffled, calls for crew to come up at some point to disassemble
This was a very popular trail that was VERY strict about not interfering with wildlife (got yelled at once for carving the association's initials in a branch that we had cut down). Constant ranger patrols and people on the trail. I cannot feasibly think of a way they would get this up in a reasonable amount of time, let alone without being spotted by anyone.
Some of the members thought it was for cooking meth, but there's no reason why they would follow a popular hiking trail rather than taking an hour long drive on a remote trail, AND set it up within eyesight of the trail.
I can understand why they did it, I would probably yell something (not scream like a retard) if someone nearby is shooting a lot and I don’t know where they are. Probably less of a “scared” thing and more of a “I don’t want to get shot by a retard” kinda thing
>Was driving across the U.S. with my woman >Camp in Flaming Gorge Wyoming for a night >Star gazing >see a few lights that look like stars or distant planes moving around >Shrug off as something mundane or my eyes playing tricks on me >Look back and lights are still there >Now they are moving in ways that nothing natural i'm aware of does or can >they move up, down, and in multiple directions almost instantaneously as if at will
We watched this happen for about an hour before deciding to go to sleep for the night. Still don't know what I saw that night. I assume military shenanigans with new tech.
fucking sleepwalked out of my tent. i came to in the middle of the fucking forest confused as fuck thinking i was abducted by aliens or some deliverance tier rednecks
Same thing happened to my dad but he was dreaming/whatever that his friends woke him up and were leading him into the woods. Almost froze to death.
Probably set his tent up in a fairy circle or something.
Rednecks in real life often just want to be left alone, while many Hollywood producers are actual sexual predators that rape people.
Tucker and Dale vs Evil is a movie that understands rednecks. Logan Lucky is another one.
People project their fears on us because they fear the wilderness itself, the unknown. Yet it is our home. It is like a pilgrim in the woods fearing the next Cherokee raid.
I'll post mine >Innawoods Bighorn mtns, WY >about 40 miles from nearest down, down some sort of logging road >been here all day and nobody has come by >decide to get out of car to go take a piss >hear what sounds like a group of teenagers by a campfire all laughing and talking maybe 30-50 yards away >there isn't a single spot they could be, hard to explain but it just wouldn't be possible for anyone to be around my spot without me knowing they were there >shine my flashlight in the air while tryna make sure I'm not gonna piss on my boots >hear and immediate "SHH" then dead fucking silent for the rest of the night >also had a single coyote get within 10 feet of my car, he was yipping for the entire night >didn't hear more than that one coyote
Idk bros, I'm not a HURRDURR SKINWALKGUR anon but that night was pretty weird.
>be swedish >driving up to my summer cabin to mow the lawn and harvest my rhubarb >turn off the main road and enter my land >there are a few cars and bicycles parked on the side but thats normal because my land is popular with berry and mushroom pickers >have freedom to roam laws so they could clean out all the natural food from my land, leaving nothing for me or the animals >but all the cars have swedish plates so i know they are picking responsibly and only for their own consumption >keep driving further innawoods >enter the private road leading to my cabin >a white van is blocking the road maybe 800 meters from my cabin >it has bulgarian plates >instantly start seething because i know these fuckers pick everything clean and trample bushes and leave trash behind like the animals that they are >open my door and hear a woman crying from the van and also shouting and commotion from further ahead innawoods >cautiously approach the van with one hand in my pocket holding my leatherman >ugly fat bulgarian women sees me and starts screaming and throws the sliding door shut >see more vans parked further up my road >blood curling screams in foreign languages >realize i'm not equipped for whatever is ahead >get back in my car and throw it into reverse and then block the exit of my property with my car >call the police
guest worker bulgarian and thai berry picking crews were having a turf war on my property over the rights to my blueberries, gangs of new york style
it made me realize that 1. i actually have no way to defend my property or myself 2. the swedish government is gay as fuck, it trusts me to operate and kill people with a CV90 but not to own a pistol without jumping through a million hoops and paying out of my ass and even if i did all that the government would still go out of its way to fuck me for using said pistol for its intended purpose because of retarded self-defense laws
military service should grant you 2nd amendment tier gun rights tbqhwuf
>fly in what is essentially slave labour >send them out into the swedish wilderness to pick free berries >sell the berries back to swedish people for ludicrous prices
It's the same in Poland. Bulgarians and Romanians come with vans full of people, clean entire forests off mushrooms and berries and threaten anybody who dare to go there at the same time. Fuckers will try to steal shrooms from families just taking a walk.
Exactly same goes in Finland. On the sidenote, our blueberry is bilberry in American English.
https://i.imgur.com/DuJprsG.jpg
It's the same in Poland. Bulgarians and Romanians come with vans full of people, clean entire forests off mushrooms and berries and threaten anybody who dare to go there at the same time. Fuckers will try to steal shrooms from families just taking a walk.
now imagine when romania and bulgaria get allowed into schengen
a couple of years ago i saw a documentary where they went to gypsy villages in romania that basically only existed because of the money they get from berry picking in sweden
motherfuckers were driving nicer cars than me and had AC in their houses etc
Some of Europe has historical preservation laws. I can't even install plastic windows in my rental piece of shit garbage apartment.
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And here I thought the average euro was just too poor to afford AC, you're telling me it's fucking ILLEGAL not to die of heatstroke in your own home???
God I cannot begin to explain how glad I am to be an American.
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>cultural heritage management / cultural heritage resources
I'm pretty sure that even in the USA you're not allowed to make holes for air conditioning in historically relevant monuments...
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>historically relevant monuments
Except it's a shithole building with zero historical value. I hate it here.
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I’m trans btw if that matters
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Stop making everything about you
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Some random pile of rocks is "cultural heritage?" Can't be much of one if people who aren't rich live in it.
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I have a portable AC that you stick through the window. I can't install a normal one or even a fucking window because "it would damage the historical value of the street" or somesuch bullshit. Massive cheap ass billboards with retarded ads don't damage it, apparently.
What you take for granted, turdies will murder each other for. All the more reason to block all immigration from shitholes and let them die in their billions.
>fly in what is essentially slave labour >send them out into the swedish wilderness to pick free berries >sell the berries back to swedish people for ludicrous prices
https://i.imgur.com/71JF4Z4.jpg
>Read this whole thing >Expecting drug dealers, sex traffickers, or human traffickers >It's blueberry turf war
Why are there so many goddamn gypsies in Scandinavia? >Be me Tulipmoron >Go visit my sister in law in Helsinki >First time in Finland >Have a beer at the airport >Crumple up the can and toss it in the trash (I didn't know you had statiegeld or howover the fuck it's called in english on cans) >Some fat gyppo cunt wearing like 10 skirts hops out behind a bench spits in my direction
>it has bulgarian plates
Finnfag here. Eastern European plates? I'd start with assuming something far more criminal is going on there than berry pickers. Burglars.
https://i.imgur.com/KKoLRK3.jpg
you laugh but its a big industry here
>fly in what is essentially slave labour >send them out into the swedish wilderness to pick free berries >sell the berries back to swedish people for ludicrous prices
Quite a lot of that goes to export. Krauts pay even more for berries.
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now imagine when romania and bulgaria get allowed into schengen
a couple of years ago i saw a documentary where they went to gypsy villages in romania that basically only existed because of the money they get from berry picking in sweden
motherfuckers were driving nicer cars than me and had AC in their houses etc
AC becomes a higher priority if you go down south.
>had AC in their houses
Is that a rarity or something? hell, you can get a window unit for like $150
Not really rare, but not common either. In nordic countries it doesn't get that hot in summer for too long that you would need AC. In most cases AC is actually two way heat pump that is used for heating in winter.
>Hiking with scout group in a game park in South Africa c. mid 90s >These hikes are one of the highlights of the year so always well attended >6 of us hiking aged between 16-18 >The heaviest weaponry we're carrying is our knives and heavy sticks, but it's all good because according to the owners of the park the largest animal in the park are dassies (like large fat rodent creatures) >It's hot as fuck as we're trekking through light bush >We see a pretty shady looking tree in the distance maybe a few hundred meters, better yet it has a big rock under it >We can sit in the shade under the tree on the rock and eat our lunch! This is gonna be nice! >We get to within 50 meters of the tree >The rock lifts it's head to look at us >It's a fucking Rhinoceros! >Carefully back up then beat feet to the next checkpoint when we reckon we're far enough away >Nobody believes us, but we insist we saw it >Two game rangers drive out and spend two days looking for it, they never found it. Instead of hiking everyone spent the rest of the camp inside the compound learning map reading, knots and pioneering >Everyone is mad at us, our PL and APL(me) loses their stripes
I know I saw a fucking rhino! We saw it! I'm still mad about this to this day
I was hunting rabbits in a forest in the middle of nowhere rural indiana and found a weird pit in a valley that was like a manmade sublevel basement but no ceiling. Would've been back around 2019ish, let me log into my google photos account and see if I can create a webm - any good links to a converter on the web?
>house gone >memories dying >smelly man in larper camo and entry level AR probes around remains of basement and exclaims >hard being a woodlands ghost today
>3 years ago >Be hiking in local county park with rough hills. >Go my usual route, but notice a faint trail that's mostly grown over. >Follow it for a few hundred yards until I see a large hole int he ground. >Go in and see a bunch of empty booze bottles and used rubbers.
Probably just teenagers
>lived in New Lenox, Illinois >New housing development on former farmland with an adjacent forest preserve >A few friends and I decide to go in there one evening >Since it was a brand new development there were only about 20 families in the area and all moved from out state >Forest is mostly generic Forest stuff at first >It starts to get dark and we find across an old, abandoned barn >We go inside and find a horse skeleton in the middle with a candle in each eye socket >We run in terror until we get back to the development
Months later we found out that the entire scene was made by some film student making a movie and we stumbled across it mid production. But it was still terrifying
>we found out that the entire scene was made by some film student making a movie
Weird. You would think that there would be more signs that it was a film production. Even a small one.
If it wasn't a movie set, it would've been just methheads because that sounds like pure methhead behavior.
Honestly, I forgot what it was called. It was just some film student's project and the only reason I knew about it was because my Father mentioned how someone was filming a horror movie in the forest preserve
>grew up near the Navajo Desert in Inyo County >lots of chaparral, could walk miles before you see civilization where I lived >had a few neighbors and their families, we're still close to this day >my friend, let's call him Bimmy, was into camping and we'd just walk out into the middle of the shrublands during the winter time when it wasn't too hot and go into the canyons or hike up into the mountains to camp >after a while, we got interested in hiking up Mt. Whitney, so we prepared the entire fall season about ~15 years ago to make sure we had everything we needed (there was a main portal road going up so there wasn't really a big risk of being stranded) >we start the hike through the shrubs, about ~25 miles away before we start the ascent, you have to be careful because there are mines that randomly open up in the ground that can be unmarked >our plan was to camp out near the base of the mountain range and then scale it after we got 25 miles under our belt >we get there roughly when the sun's almost near the horizon, about ~6 - 7 PM, we set up camp having made good time >the stars are really bright and beautiful, we're stargazing >wind starts to pick up a little bit so we start weighing down our tents, we're not too far from the main road, getting settled in for a well deserved rest >we start hearing this low moaning, thinking it's the wind >Bimmy suddenly jokes, "hey, what if it's a ghost?" >all of a sudden our tent flap crashes open and we see a pair of eyes staring at us from the tent door before vanishing into thin air >promptly shit fucking bricks as we scramble to close the tent flaps, we don't sleep a fucking wink >rest of the hike up the mountain felt like something was following us the entire time, we'd hear whispers from time to time
Turns out we set up camp not too far from an abandoned prospector's mine.
Weird camping story inbound >be me >go camping with brother and a few friends >have a great time telling cheesy ghost stories and making stores >everyone turns in for the night >wake up in the middle of the night >gottapee.exe >get flashlight and leave tent >see movement behind a tree >go to investigate because tism >brother was behind the tree sucking his own dick >mfw
Witnessed a hawk hop down off a tree and take a rabbit in a bush, flopping around with it for purchase. It noticed my presence, paused a bit (eye contact) then flew towards me slowly ascending. The retard dropped the rabbit from about 8' in the air, which made a retarded sheep like BAAA. (eye contact again, I'm pointing at the rabbit impact point with my other hand raised say "What the fuck man?"). The hawk slowly, sheepishly glides away in shame.
Needles for shooting up whatever these crackheads use these days, but really deep in the woods at a old campsite.
Like a day walking away from the nearest Road.
Wierd to me how somebody takes the time to walk that far in to nature to shoot up.
A junkie with discipline.
considering the amount of time ive spent in PNW innawoods its been pretty tame. mostly: >glowing eyes at night at heights not consistent with local wildlife >sounds I can usually attribute to auditory hallucinations >burnt out RVs and former meth labs >human like shapes/forms/shadows
really its always spooky everytime no matter what but hours later its easily explained. The dark and the quite fucks with your brain to no end.
>in my pre-teens going on a couple day big hike in Kings Canyon /Sequoia National park…usual trout fishing, camp fire stuff, go off on my own find a creek go over it, scramble up a hill top. Over the top there is a weird fungus/slime ant egg moving symbiotic system. Wtf I get away real quick, I don’t know what it was but because I stumbled upon it and got real close to it it freaked me out, even thinking about it weirds me out.
I saw two natives completely high as kites about 50 miles overland to the nearest reservation in the middle of nowhere in a national forest... 69ing eachother.
I was camping near the town of Rogue River in Oregon one night by myself pretty deep in the woods after my friends suicide. We’d go camping together quiet often and I felt the need to get out of town and get my thoughts straight. I always slept on the ground in an army bivy with MSS and a inflatable pad. I always carried while camping as we’d shoot our rifles and get drunk. Well that night I got my fire stoked and started downing the tequila until I passed out. I woke up with my phone dead and the fire just being embers. I was freezing as I didn’t seal my bivy all the way and had my head and upper torso exposed. I called it a good a time as any to puke and piss. I got out of my bivy and walked over to a tree near my camp and undid my trousers. It was very quiet. At night it’s usually quiet but it was a different kind of quiet. If made me feel very uneasy.
I finished up and made my way back to camp still needing to puke and feeling sobered up but still fucked. A sense of unease still provoked within me. I grabbed my AK and slung it to make me feel safer as I tried to find some sticks to stoke the fire back to life. My biggest mistake was losing my flashlight deep in my rucksack. I exhausted all the sticks near my camp and got the fire going a little. I started to walk towards the stream that faced south of my camp that had a steep hill that went to a dead part of the forest which always gave me the spooks.
I could’ve sworn I saw someone staring at me from the top of the hill line. I yelled out to it and it did not move. I freaked out and threatens to shoot it. It still didn’t move. So I shot at it, a couple of round. No ear pro in so my ears rang like a mother fucker. I had a slant brake so between the flashes and being deaf I lost sight of whatever was staring at me.
It scared the hell out of me and I do not go camping there by myself anymore. I try not to go hiking there anymore either, at least in the dead forest. It’s weird, my side of the forest which is north of the creek has very good vibes during the day, the south has bad vibes all around.
I live in Alaska and see all kinds of creepy shit. It's hard to post about stuff without the usual fucking retarded trolls with dumb excuses "muh logging truck went 5 miles into the alpine at 2400 feet up on federal land with no permits and ripped a tree out and turned it upside down" or "muh moonshiners"
yeah, they say the same shit at 45 foot pine trees upended like that in the south and all those goddamn X's made from trees, and tridents in the woods too.
This one one time I was wandering in the middle of the woods and I found an old rusty kettle with flowers painted on it hanging on a branch.
When I told my mom about it she said that my brother had also seen the same kettle.
It freaked me out that my random wanderings would take my to the same location as my bro.
Pt1
This one could have been a hallucination, because I admit I was out getting high on weed. However, I am not known to hallucinate in this manner. I've had very short instantaneous hallucinations before, but this one would have been the longest and most clear one I ever had. This one did not feel like a hallucination. It might have been real. I don't really hallucinate ever unless I'm super sleep deprived, and the hallucinations that I have experienced were never of this nature. I can tell you guys about times I know I've hallucinated, so you can see how different they are from what my main story is. At some point years prior, I "saw" a shadow woman at the end of the street who wasn't there while hotboxing my car with my friend. I saw her for 0.001 secs and she was gone. My hallucinations are very rare and don't last long. That's why this next experience probably wasn't a hallucination. I know my mind. I'm also not a diagnosed schizo, not on any meds, etc. And I wasn't thinking about paranormal stuff that day.
>out smoking weed innawoods, by stoner tradition >it's a cloudy night, but you can see the stars and moon >a lot of crazy (non paranormal) stuff happens in this forest >had one 0.5g joint hours earlier >smoking 1g joint of medical >taking a hit on my joint, looking down at the ground >watching the ember as I inhale >lightning strikes behind me, lighting up the night sky >it glows blue >the ground and environment around me glows a flickering blue, like lightning >don't turn around at first, because I'm still hitting the joint >besides, I've seen lightning before >and you can't see lightning by turning around; it happens too fast >wait a few moments >realize something isn't quite right >not only is there no thunder, but the light is still flickering behind me, like it's lighting up the sky >finally turn around and look up at the sky >finally see ...it >a black rocket, with a blue afterburner that is creating the light >only it's flying slowly and silently
Pt2 >freak out at first because it looks like a missile >try to observe it >has no aircraft lights >can only see an afterburner >afterburner is almost hypnotic >it seems to be kinda close >eerily silent >turns an impossible 90 degree angle for a rocket >coming from west, goes south >down the railroad tracks >vanishes over tree line >the flickering blue light is still in the edges of my stoned vision >not sure what the fuck i just saw >tell people >only a few believe
It was a UFO but it could have been human made. However, it didn't seem like any human tech that I know. And the area was very random but sorta densely populated, so you wouldn't wanna be pulling secret research shit there.
Pt2 >freak out at first because it looks like a missile >try to observe it >has no aircraft lights >can only see an afterburner >afterburner is almost hypnotic >it seems to be kinda close >eerily silent >turns an impossible 90 degree angle for a rocket >coming from west, goes south >down the railroad tracks >vanishes over tree line >the flickering blue light is still in the edges of my stoned vision >not sure what the fuck i just saw >tell people >only a few believe
It was a UFO but it could have been human made. However, it didn't seem like any human tech that I know. And the area was very random but sorta densely populated, so you wouldn't wanna be pulling secret research shit there.
>So I was out doing drugs one night and I saw something crazy
Weed is weird because no one knows if it actually causes hallucinations or not. It does, but there is a lack of hard direct evidence. Nonetheless, that thing seemed real. I have an acute awareness of the incident, like it's burned into my memory. Despite the fact that I barely recall details high, I remember it like yesterday. I remember where else I was that day.
I used to smoke a lot of weed back in highschool and was a innawoods loner for the majority of that time.
I experienced a lot of visual hallucinations, some reoccurring like several times I would look down at my feet while walking and see light as if a car was behind me (only in extremely dense forest)
Others where one off hallucinations like a house that did not exist. I know the house was never there as I now own the acreage I spent my time in as a kid but holy fuck was it real to me then.
Sleep deprivation hallucinations in my experience are completely different form weed
The strangest experience I've had was the night I was almost taken by the fey but that memory is like trying to remember a fever dream at this point
>8th grade camping with friend in nearby woods >roasting marshmallows. >4 older girls from neighborhood appear with a backpack of beer and wine coolers. >tease us. eat our marshmallows. we all drink. >2 girls leave. >2 stay. make out. up shirt. down pants. >wake up next day. feel like man. best day of life just happened. >a few days later friend calls me. fire trucks in front of his house and men in woods. >didn't put out campfire correctly. smoldered and spread slowly for a few days and eventually someone saw smoke. >lucky didn't burn down town. >nothing spooky, but greatest camping memory.
Ok here's another one from stoner UFO dude. I'm the same guy whose friend transferred me a facebook ufo video. My hyper religious grandparents both saw the saucers, on the other side of the world from me. Anyway... >out running on the trail >on t break, no weed in this story or recently in this story >the same trail i saw the black rocket >only I'm going north this time, to the town edge and beyond >tired and dehydrated >turn back >it's getting dark >vision going blurry >moonlit night >i get too exhausted to run on railroad gravel >joints hurt >out of water >start hiking to conserve water >see an animal in the path ahead >looked silver in the moonlight >weird contour, like a fat body with long slender limbs >turned and stared with large round eyes that reflected light >looked pretty big >like a deer, but fatter >the head didn't make sense and it wasn't a deer >not a pig because legs too long >also it looked extremely weird for a dog >panic because I have no idea what this thing is >frozen for a sec, in staring contest >vision isn't doing so good because fatigue and dark >it made a weird call >pick up a rock >move forward because homeward >it scurries off into the bushes with just one motion >the bushes rustle, and it's gone >don't know of any animal it could have been >very freaked out by the white fur/skin, gleaming silver in moonlight >i met its gaze for a sec but got scared and went for the rock >frantically try to recall it in my memory >cant >post about it >anons say it could have been a dog or a sheep >I'm very outdoorsy and I know all the wild animals here >none quite fit this bill >that's the scary part >white or light colored >fat body >extreme stealth and agility >big round eyes >no visible tail >stands on skinny legs >skull almost like human or dog, but sideways like an oval like a deer >head is low on the body, no visible neck >sounded like almost a dog, but also more birdlike than an ordinary dog >like if a dog tried to squeal a birdcall
Not how it works. Weed doesn't cause hallucinations either. It only advances latent schizophrenia.
Weed does get into body fat, but tends not to be stored in sufficient quantities to actually produce a noticeable high even with considerable exercise.
AFAIK there's little to nothing to support weed directly causing hallucinatory episodes, but it could produce a suggestible condition where someone already subject to hallucinations is more likely to experience one.
I saw some weird animal when I was on guard duty one night during an exercise, I was leaning against a rock struggling to stay awake, guarding a small road junction in a forest when some small creature ran from underneath my legs and across the road into the shrubs, it looked like a piglet about the size of a mouse, I kept seeing glimpses of these things throughout the night, rustling around in the grass and running in and out from underneath rocks, there were heaps of them, my mate saw them too so I know I wasn't tripping, I have no clue what they were, I tried looking up the local fauna but nothing quite matched
When I was a kid I was exploring the woods behind my house, we called it "The hole" because the entire area was down a steep hill behind our house. Ended up finding a pentagram dug into the dirt with a racoons severed head in the middle.
>Ghost bear >Stalking sky lights >Fax machine alien harassment >Spinning away through the field like a wheel creature >Blue tree lights in impenetrable darkness >Ritual sites with mutilated animals >Disembodied child voices >Large pile of barbie dolls with eyes blotted out >Half necrotic zombie coyote speaking in tongues
The woods is such a beautiful place but sometimes it gets a little scary
>Working on farm >Meet a qt working on adjacent farm >No where to chill so lole let's go camping innawoods >Know of a hunting blind so fuck it let's go fuck in there >Do the thing >Late at night hear tap tap tapping on the door >Probably just an animal or something whatever >It starts making this fucked up electronic noise >Sounds almost like a voice chanting >Stunned in silence, can't believe what I'm hearing >It's loud >REALLY loud >Loud enough to hurt my ears >It crescendos into a horrifying robotic screaming noise >Sounds like it's coming from every direction >Something is pressing on the door threatening to come in >It's locked and I'm stunned in place >It suddenly stops >Sounds like chuckling >Dead silence >Come to my senses and rip the door open to see what the fuck just happened >Gotta be the cool guy and be brave in front of the hole >Nothing >Run around looking and she's practically in tears telling me to come back inside >Never found anything or any signs >Hear some wolves that night but that's it
So thus the fax machine alien harassment.
If I had more time and energy I would. To summarize the zombie coyote thing briefly though; I was with a buddy and we were hiking in kit out in the middle of nowhere during near some mountains. See a coyote on the trail moving around like a Silent Hill 2 enemy. It turned towards us started making noises like it was speaking in tongues. We shot it and on closer inspection it was missing a large patch of the flesh on it's head/face and there was exposed bone. I used to have a picture but I can't find it right now.
Lots of mundane stuff - more 'huh' weird than spooky weird.
Multiple sofas - pretty standard, since methheads live in the wilderness around here. One was perched at the top of a ridge overlooking a trail path; another was deeper in, situated on a hill overlooking the river.
Old cages, and overgrown enclosures from a zoo that operated in the town during the early 90s - very few people even realize this area even had a zoo.
Rusted husk of a vehicle - obviously somebody dumped it there to get rid of it, but they would have needed to drive up a steep tree-lined ridge, or deliver it by boat. Weirdness comes from the logistics of how one would get a vehicle there, more than the actual object itself.
Dead cow that must have wandered off from a farmer's property, and got lost in the woods
me and friends find old house in woods by his parents place they just moved into. has a tub full of womens left shoes, newspaper clippings on walls. 4800 rounds of 7.62x51 on belts, anda glass water carboy with $400 face value in silver change. our parents found out and all of them took the fucking money.
this was outside bragg, circa 98. the army corps of engineers tore all the standing stones outside johnsonville on the nw side of post, and all the ones along the lumber river. there was a lot of them. got blasted and turned into loose rock for roads.
Normal things. >Deer jumping over the path, practically over me on one evening. >Fox litter playing on the meadow. >Divebomb gone wrong, or a case of buzzard impaled on a barbed wire. >Getting soaked wet during a storm and hearing, but not seeing it because of near zero visibility, a fawn calling for her mother only a few feet in front of me. >Emperor moth in daylight. >A large group of chamois, observed from a good height for a long period. Sentries, spaced out. Calves around mothers in the middle, and a couple of bulls going at each other. Truly a memorable experience. >Tinny baby squirrels on the ground. No idea what happened there. Infighting or I disturbed a moving endeavour. Held one, almost decided to take him with me home. >A total of three poisonous snaeks. >Nearly stepping on a baby rabbit, that would pretend he's a rock after that occurrence and practically allow me to poke him. >Stepping into a bee nest.
Scary stories are for city folk, but are understandable. Come dark, visibility plummets, and mind starts to imagine things. Torches makes things worse. On known paths, it's best going in darkness. Eyes adjust, and dispel fear.
>Come dark, visibility plummets, and mind starts to imagine things. Torches makes things worse. On known paths, it's best going in darkness. Eyes adjust, and dispel fear.
This, very much so. One rainy night about 4 years ago I was walking thru a nearby forest. Don't need light as there was some skyglow. I see something white sitting in the middle of the trail and low to the ground about 10 metres ahead. Freeze and observe. Have encountered junkies & copper thieves in the past and I initially thought it was someone sitting down with their back to me. No movement, no sound. I stand there observing for about 5 mins before edging closer. Still can't identify it so sensing no other threat, I pull a flashlight out and illuminate it. It's a big stuffed plush somebody placed in the middle of the trail. Christ...
If you see something anomalous like this, and the idea is indeed to bamboozle you, it's probably a distraction to that end to fix your attention. Scour everything else around except that.
Had the exact same thought when I saw it, thus why I froze in place and listened while scanning the area. I didn't go any closer. Told friend about it the next day and he wanted to see it so went back with him and it was still there. Looked around for any booby traps, seeing none I carried it back and disposed of it. It gets a bit weirder. A few days later I saw it in a shopping cart being pushed by some tweaker. Then it appeared under an elevated sidewalk at an apt building next door. Some junky (same tweaker?) was sleeping on it for about a month before neighbour saw him running down the road with no pants and a cop car following right behind him with lights flashing. Bldg manager cleared it out and never saw it again.
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Not really likely. I found these tripwires on a national forest service road on mountain loop highway while hiking alone at night. Absolutely the spookiest, creepiest shit ive ever found while in the woods. My absolute best guess is there was a drug camp or something nearby and they set these as signal alarms to alert them if offroad vehicles were approaching so they could book it outta there. Truthfully, i have no fucking idea why they were there and i didnt stick around to find out, but yeah i found them.
I found a tripwire once while exploring an old logging road from the 60s, very overgrown and trail-like. It was in '94 just south of a town called Port Hardy, B.C. I only saw it because of the dew drops on it. It was a fishing line about 15 or 20 cm high. I instantly froze because Wow-wtf?!! I scanned around quickly but saw no one or anything. Without taking another step, I observed it connected to a pull ring on a can-like object attached to the back of a tree and partially covered with some branches. I realized instantly it might be an explosive and felt imminent danger. I backed off carefully and looked at every place I was about to step. I had to fight an overwhelming urge to run. When I got back to my car a couple mins later I drove to the RCMP detachment and reported it. I was interviewed at length. It was only several weeks later I learned that an officer went back in plain clothes and retraced my route, confirmed the onject, backed out and called in an ERT team. They deactivated the device which turned out to be a smoke grenade. They left it in place and set up some unmanned surveillance (trail cams?) and waited. Turned out there was a grow patch further up the trail. I heard they id'd the guy but I learned nothing more.
>I heard they id'd the guy but I learned nothing more.
Yeah unless it hits the news or they need you as a court witness, that's all you're gonna hear.
t. remote surveillance worker that's gotten a few people busted for trying to steal copper
the strangest thing I saw in the forest was a group of hitchhikers in a circle singing for the return of the communist, Nazi-aristocratic animals lying in the forest. me and my Space Diamond Birdy came out and rushed towards them with my Mosin Nagant and started firing big exolosive cartridges that made fire around their feet when they got up together but were unsure what to do. i yelled at them to sit on their heads and undress and keep their heads on while I was urinating on a tree nearby, but I forgot to pull down my underwear, so I just threw them after them for distraction, while I screamed and danced around the fire, shouting that the great American god should come down and throw the curse of words down on them. i wasn't sure if it worked or not, but I shit on the fireplace because I drank plum juice and medicinal laxatives before going to the forest to take revenge on the evildoers who tried to infiltrate my head and replace my brain. i made sure I took her clothes and used them to wipe my ass before running into the river to wash my ass more thoroughly to prevent the libertarian ticks from getting into me. i had to urinate again, so Johnny, my boy, helped me keep the bad guys at bay while I unleashed my flood from the bubble on their fire, before grabbing a drink from my backpack and dousing myself while shouting the codes from Lovecraft's books to curse the hitchhikers so that their heads would no longer be replaced. I ran out, having packed their tent and thrown it on the fire, which they wanted to get rid of, and ran as fast as my little bird could keep up with me. i found a dead animal and decided to rub my cock until there was pure white violence of sperm on the dirt and kicked the dead animal aside, because it was a trap of the artists of the aristocratic malefactors. i made it back to my house and hit Johnny for doing a good job without losing his gun over the hill, and everything is perfectly suited for the day.
This is fucking hilarious, just the mental image of normal campers getting jumped by a loony head that shits on them, pisses on them, strips them of their clothes and runs off like it was nothing.
chaos are sweets that are supposed to be consumed by blood transfusion, by cutting open the head and pouring crushed sweets into the wound. However, this would lead to a high risk of replacing the head with the evils. be sure to eat it like chocolate and surprise yourself with mouthwash to stay alive and healthy. i make sure that I shower 6 times a day with mouthwash and dawn soap to prevent the animals from trying to approach me and the suHispanicious eyes do not linger in my head. you do not believe me, then it's too late for you, your mind has endured allergic reactions from seizures that crush your soul and make you high, but you have to keep shitting so that your stomach is not fat, but do you have a good day to do it right away, without protesting against your hair and your hair is a little more than a little more than anything else. be sure to cleanse your body, because mom loves you very much, and dad likes to drink in your honorific name. bitch this sun, because it's a lie, it's a fucking Kolob star, but chained by the evil Armstrong sun. GOD BLESS AMERICA, THE ONLY COUNTRY THAT EXISTS TRIPLE SIX FIVE ROUNDS BY CONTROLLING THE FIRE IN MY BONES YES, I'M BURNING THROUGH THE ROAD OF THE OUTER MOON wait, what THE HELL was that? you might be scared because you are going against the fact that the company responded to the challenge by removing my videos, and my account proves exactly the point I made in creating the challenge by removing my favorite characters in my head, except Johnny, he is a good friend and Birdy Space Diamond in his glory is your friend, you have to dig up the ground to find the secrets before the animals let you fuck, YES, I FEEL IT, GOD BLESS AMERICA!
I hope your not near me because you are a scary fucker
chaos are sweets that are supposed to be consumed by blood transfusion, by cutting open the head and pouring crushed sweets into the wound. However, this would lead to a high risk of replacing the head with the evils. be sure to eat it like chocolate and surprise yourself with mouthwash to stay alive and healthy. i make sure that I shower 6 times a day with mouthwash and dawn soap to prevent the animals from trying to approach me and the suHispanicious eyes do not linger in my head. you do not believe me, then it's too late for you, your mind has endured allergic reactions from seizures that crush your soul and make you high, but you have to keep shitting so that your stomach is not fat, but do you have a good day to do it right away, without protesting against your hair and your hair is a little more than a little more than anything else. be sure to cleanse your body, because mom loves you very much, and dad likes to drink in your honorific name. bitch this sun, because it's a lie, it's a fucking Kolob star, but chained by the evil Armstrong sun. GOD BLESS AMERICA, THE ONLY COUNTRY THAT EXISTS TRIPLE SIX FIVE ROUNDS BY CONTROLLING THE FIRE IN MY BONES YES, I'M BURNING THROUGH THE ROAD OF THE OUTER MOON wait, what THE HELL was that? you might be scared because you are going against the fact that the company responded to the challenge by removing my videos, and my account proves exactly the point I made in creating the challenge by removing my favorite characters in my head, except Johnny, he is a good friend and Birdy Space Diamond in his glory is your friend, you have to dig up the ground to find the secrets before the animals let you fuck, YES, I FEEL IT, GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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You're a bit more coherent than you were a few years ago
Lots of creepy things itt, here’s a cool but wierd one.
I found an old hippie-van belonging to a beloved 60s rock band that made the soundtrack to my favorite docu series out inside a forest in the absolute middle of nowhere. No road leading there. There was a dilapidated shed/barn next to it that had basically completely rotted away.
They had toured the van all over Europe, if I was a bigger fan I’d be stoked, but just thought it was cool.
>born on and have lived on an island in western Washington (Seattle morons go away) >nearby small uninhabited island has a pre WWI era fort on it >friend and I would borrow his dad’s little boat and row over there all the time >technically trespassing but nobody cares and everyone would go there >one night sleeping in the open in sleeping bags outside the fort on a big concrete slab by our fire >wake up to something moving across our chests >freak out and grab our lights >it was a porcupine that was now just sitting next to a tree watching us >go back to sleep
One time a different friend and I both saw a large tall hairy biped deep in the woods here (about every 10-15 years a bear swims over from the mainland so that’s what I always considered this was, still scared me to death) and a different time I was deep in a different woods here right before dusk and I swear I saw a huge bat like thing that was at least 4 feet tall and had a wingspan longer than I am tall. I was in a clearing and heard a rustling sound and looked up at this tree at the edge of the clearing and I swear this thing was hanging upside down flapping it’s wings before letting go and dropping from the tree while turning itself around and flying away. I hoofed it back to my truck as fast as I could. I have no rational explanation as to what this could be.
chaos are sweets that are supposed to be consumed by blood transfusion, by cutting open the head and pouring crushed sweets into the wound. However, this would lead to a high risk of replacing the head with the evils. be sure to eat it like chocolate and surprise yourself with mouthwash to stay alive and healthy. i make sure that I shower 6 times a day with mouthwash and dawn soap to prevent the animals from trying to approach me and the suHispanicious eyes do not linger in my head. you do not believe me, then it's too late for you, your mind has endured allergic reactions from seizures that crush your soul and make you high, but you have to keep shitting so that your stomach is not fat, but do you have a good day to do it right away, without protesting against your hair and your hair is a little more than a little more than anything else. be sure to cleanse your body, because mom loves you very much, and dad likes to drink in your honorific name. bitch this sun, because it's a lie, it's a fucking Kolob star, but chained by the evil Armstrong sun. GOD BLESS AMERICA, THE ONLY COUNTRY THAT EXISTS TRIPLE SIX FIVE ROUNDS BY CONTROLLING THE FIRE IN MY BONES YES, I'M BURNING THROUGH THE ROAD OF THE OUTER MOON wait, what THE HELL was that? you might be scared because you are going against the fact that the company responded to the challenge by removing my videos, and my account proves exactly the point I made in creating the challenge by removing my favorite characters in my head, except Johnny, he is a good friend and Birdy Space Diamond in his glory is your friend, you have to dig up the ground to find the secrets before the animals let you fuck, YES, I FEEL IT, GOD BLESS AMERICA!
My babysitters uncle/cousin/whatever was a park ranger at Yellowstone. He said he saw grey aliens going through his stuff when driving back to the cabin. He quit the job right then and there.
This isn't innawoods but i want to talk about it anyway.
One night while walking around a part of my town i am not familiar with at night (i don't remember the time but past midnight) i came across a flame standing on a sidewalk. It was at a cross roads, the crosswalk it was standing on was next to a field. There was no one around, it was deserted though across the street there were houses. I approached the lit flame curious thinking it's a candle or something but when it got to it i was surprised to find that it was just a flame standing on the concrete. There was no candle, there was no wick, there was no material or substance burning, there was nothing, just that candle sized flame on the ground. Confused i tried to put it out, first by blowing, then with my foot. Despite it not being that big it just refused to go out and kept burning on nothing, i got some card board litter that was on the road and tried to smother it with that and my foot and it set fire to the cardboard so i also was not imagining it. At about that time a service car from an internet provider came down one of the roads and passed by me and stopped. I got embarrassed and worried that they were gonna think i was trying to set a fire so i left.
So what the fuck was it? Why was there a flame silently burning on concrete late at night on some back roads? Why could it not be put out?
The whole experience creeped me out. I felt like i stumbled on some witchcraft shit.
Standing at a crossroads after midnight is a classic way to meet the devil. You just stomped on the prince of darkness. That, or a natural gas leak and someone lit it
>be me, like 13 >camping with friend >at night we hear what sounds like a few dogs in a brutal fight with each other >scared shitless >goes on for a good hour and just keeps getting closer >barking, growling, sounds of an all out animal battle >suddenly the dogs and beasts or whatever crash into our tent >we scramble to opposite side each time they crash into our tent >get pummeled a few times under them >kicking them off of us constantly >tent semi collapses >we are frwking the fuck out and think we're gonna die >animal fight moves a bit away from us >decide we gotta gtfo >uncles truck is parked about 50 yards away >when it seems they're in the opposite direction we leave the tent and sprint to the truck >it's dark as fuck and we can barely see >finally get to the truck and jump in the bed and lay down >peak out with flashlights and can't see the fighting but hear it all around us >hours go by and finally fighting stops >stay in truck bed until sun comes up >we see 2 dogs laying by the creek >wait we know these dogs >get our pellet guns from tent and go to creek >one dog is fine, other has swollen face all fucked up from bites and scratches >there's a damn armadillo in the creek >lmao this is what caused that hellish ruckus? >dog chewed off its tail >throw big rocks at the dillo in effort to kill it >rock hits, it rolls over >beat up dog immediately jumps up and goes for the kill shot, biting it's head and shaking til it comes off
Fun times
Grew up in middle of nowhere Oregon in the 90s. Sometime maybe senior year of high school I went camping with one of my brothers. Just an overnight thing, hike in one day leave the next morning. Summers are dry so we didn't bother with a tent. During the night I wake up, didn't know what time but I'd guess between midnight and 2. Peaceful, I'm just looking at the stars.
Across the starfield I see something moving. I can't see it; it's just a triangle of darkness blotting out the stars, moving across the sky. No lights, no sound. It was maybe the same size as my palm held at arms length, and it moved across the sky and was gone in 30 seconds or less. So either it was absolutely gigantic and moving incredibly fast, or more likely it was something small, low, and silent.
My best guess is someone flying some kind of ultralight human powered plane. I remember seeing news stories about people doing that kind of thing around that time in our area. But flying one at night, with no lights, in the middle of a forest?
Just a weird thing and I'll always wonder wtf it was.
ultralights don't actually need anticollision lights per regulations in Part 103, but you're definitely not allowed to fly them more than half an hour after sunset, even if they do have lights installed. It could have been someone breaking the rules, but ultralights are usually pretty audible at any altitude that you could notice them at against the night sky. Could have been some sort of fixed wing drone, or maybe some locksneed turbo alien fucker 9000 death triangle codenamed "boulder truck" or some shit
San Carlos Apache reservation, near the black river. Saw all sorts of strange shit like skulls in trees higher than any normal person could reach, a flowery meadow filled with bones picked clean, stone circles deep innawoods, random rape shacks, strange sounds in the night.
Three white robed and hooded figures of different sizes, with pitch-black darkness where their faces should be, walking sideways hand in hand behind a tree, where they suddenly disappeared.
A mixed sound of static and voices, like someone randomly turning the knob on an analog radio and hopping through a dozen different channels, following me innawoods. With it was these really weird, oddly paced steps. Like a deer or moose carefully walking a single step at a time (a really common sound in the evenings around where I live), except somehow it kept pace with me as I tried to make my way the fuck out of there.
Couple of those times where every single sound in the forest suddenly disappears and this oppressive sense of being watched from somewhere sticks to you. No birds, no bugs, nothing. You go from fighting off insects, admiring critters and birdsong and hearing the sounds of life everywhere around you, to straining your ears but failing to hear absolutely anything.
>Couple of those times where every single sound in the forest suddenly disappears and this oppressive sense of being watched from somewhere sticks to you. No birds, no bugs, nothing. You go from fighting off insects, admiring critters and birdsong and hearing the sounds of life everywhere around you, to straining your ears but failing to hear absolutely anything.
This happens when a particularly nasty predator is around.
>Couple of those times where every single sound in the forest suddenly disappears and this oppressive sense of being watched from somewhere sticks to you. No birds, no bugs, nothing. You go from fighting off insects, admiring critters and birdsong and hearing the sounds of life everywhere around you, to straining your ears but failing to hear absolutely anything.
This happens when a particularly nasty predator is around.
>forest falls eerily silent >you sense something dangerous nearby
I have the same fear in the same circumstances. I have to remind myself that I'm literally the top predator. Sometimes I even growl to assert my dominance like some kind of jaguar. My weakness is small shit like ants, snakes, etc
This is actually an observed behavior in crows for some reason - mating dances, and sometimes outright attempts at copulation with bird (usually crow) corpses.
>Hiking in Mark Twain near Devils Elbow >getting dark >hear really deep drums in the deep >get creeped out >realize it's most definitely Bradleys at fort wood piping off 25mm
Buddy told me this happened in the same place I was hiking to aquantice of his and they all freaked the fuck out and split.
Not spooky but >was camping farther south and east another night on the big piney >about 10-11pm >US army gets to bust'n 50 cal's and 25mm
>Be me >on isolated park trail >need to pee >go off of park trail >look both ways >nobody for hundreds of yards both ways >start to pee >hear a crack in a bush right next to me >start to cry as I try to stop peeing >fail at stopping to pee and start peeing myself as I put my peepee back in my pants >wet bulge in underwear gets caught in my fly which pinches my peepee as I am still peeing while I begin to run >I am crying this entire time >walk back sobbing to myself a mile back to my car >drive home with pants soaked with pee >still masturbate before changing into clean clothes (didn't shower) >it was broad daylight
The woods can be really scary.
to cry as I try to stop peeing >>fail at stopping to pee and start peeing myself as I put my peepee back in my pants
Clearly you weren't scared enough, I live in AZ and was taking a piss at my mom's once when I felt a wiggle under my foot, basically sucked the piss back inside me and jumped 6ft into the air to find a babby scorpion crawling out from the rug where my foot was. Was counting my lucky stars I didn't get stung
First time I got spooked in the woods >2013 >heading out to hike and camp part of the Chinook trail in southwest washington >get to trailhead, park car, step out >breath deep that mountain clear cut air >there's one other truck by the trail head >moron steps out >pack up and leave
I’m glad the sounds still up, it’s real faint so you have to listen hard. The links show up as dead to me, but if anyone’s interested I can post the greentext. It’s kind of long.
The only real notable thing i can think of was sitting guard in a foxhole when I was out on a conscription exercise in some norwegian boreal forest clearing. I watched a red light bounce around in the trees some couple hundred meters ahead for what seemed like minutes before dissapearing, dumbfounded
Never found out if it was lack of sleep that had made me temporarily schizo or if "opposing force" was fucking with us, either way i was saved the embarassment of sounding the alarm over something that probably wasnt there
Not much of a story behind it, but I found this and a few other amateur-but-elaborate carvings in a small wood outside my town in Ireland, right by a suHispanicious looking pile of rocks that were either a campfire site or a grave marker. It was in a super weird spot that you're not going to wind up at easily (unless you're innawoods like I was), meaning it wasn't just some idly carved thing someone did for fun when chilling out outside their house.
I also, in a moment clarity, took a Naruto headband I bought in a weeby delirium, hiked to the most remote, hard to reach pocket of the next wood over, and tied it to a branch. I have never been able to find it again, but I really hope someone else did.
>be me, in da woods with 17 of my closest boys >late at night, drinking and playing grab ass with each other (super gay) >take a quick break to go piss >6 of the boys join me and we all start pissing together >hear someone walking toward our streams from within the woods >figure it's just one of the boys being a silly goofball >hear whoever it was croak "ni—nii—nig—er—moronr" >wonder who it was as i realize the other 11 boys all joined us in pissing >realize whoever was calling us a moron wasn't part of the crew >the 17 of us start waddling toward the noise, getting piss everywhere >hear loud shriek as it runs off >go back to playing grab ass >mfw i wake up the next day with monkeypox in my ass
A cat with a condom hanging out of his ass at PL-BY border. Given the amount of shitskins on the other side of the fence (and the lack of goats in the area) it shouldn't be so strange. What puzzled me was tha fact that they used a rubber.
More likely the cat ate the condom for some reason and was having trouble passing it. Any adult man besides an Indian who tried to buttfuck a cat would probably critically injure or kill it, if it didn't do for him first. Cats are twisty, slippery, and like most creatures don't appreciate randomly being buttfucked.
Polish border patrol >be me >18 >doing historical reenactment in Russia >planning a festival near the Polish border >small funding from the local town's mayor's office, mostly in the form of lumber to build a fortress that we'd be sieging >have to get there a few days early to construct the fucking thing >drop off bags with the mayor's office, they'll drive them with the lumber to the location >we have to walk on our own though >full costume, nothing modern, everything true to local history around 1000AD >armor, weapons. I've got a bow and a broadaxe that needs a new handle >march through the woods early morning, very hungover >immediately lost >keep walking in "totally the right direction" >forest goes quiet >three figures in camo with long guns step silently from behind the trees and gawk at us >we gawk at them >eventually they contact the mayor(we only know his middle name or patronymic, Adolfovich)
Apparently we somehow bypassed the barbed wire. Or some local foragers removed it.
You wouldn't believe the kind of shit you see just walk out of the woods in places running right through the middle of those sorts of areas.
I work doing remote surveillance, and we have a few sites out in the woods up north.
You get a lot of what you'd expect, like bears, deer, and other normal woodland critters.
The really freaky shit rolls around when it goes dark at night and the IR lights kick on tho.
I remember watching a construction site way out innawoods in BC: >3AM >pulling night shift because it's comfy and the guys on night shift are cool dudes >motion alert goes off for [location I won't disclose] on buddy's monitor >guys are joking around while he checks the footage >"Hey, I think we got some kind of crackhead out on the-" >dude stares at the monitor looking all confused >"Man, what the FUCK is this guy on?" >pull up the cam on my system >some lanky gollum looking freak with shredded clothes is spider-crawling his way across the thin strip of land they're building on >call it in to onsite security >the freaky bastard stares RIGHT at our camera for a few seconds before taking off into the woods >on site never saw the guy >didn't bother with the cops because he clearly didn't try to steal anything >called the client and warned them that we'd seen the guy doing weird shit and told them to make sure the workers don't hang around alone out there >nothing came of it after
And shit like this happens somewhat regularly too.
You don't know dread until you're in a room of guys that were seconds ago cracking jokes and laughing, only to have the room go silent as some skinwalker looking freak stares you all down from the other side of the country through a computer screen.
>Be inna pub drinking from 6ish to 1 ish >head to my dads to sleep on his couch, he lives down the valley about an hour away on foot >I walk up the side of the valley up the mountain because trails are quicker than the roads on foot. >walking along side of mountain, full visibility of all the valley, no trees, just a nice grass floor >tired >lie down and go to sleep for less than 30 minutes. >it was summer and warm, even at night so I wasn't being dumb >wake up to snoring >snoring sounds coming from right next to me. >I am very wide awake and sobered the fuck up >get torch out of pocket and look around >full side of mountain is completely clear >valley is normal >just me, alone on the side of the mountain with something invisibile snoring right next to me. >get up and walk to my dads
That was a very wierd experience. I've done that walk hundreds of times at all times of the day and night. Never experienced anything like that.
>walking innapasture >one section is kind of a U-shape, with trees separating it >rounding the bend, hear very loud thrashing all of a sudden in the trees near me >jump back >mfw a doe got stuck on the fence trying to jump over it
Anyways, that's how I lost my virginity.
A Doe and its calf quite still under a tree sheltering from the rain. Rain bucketing down and I was moving uphill and into the wind jump into shelter in a hollow under a tree. We all stood there together until the raon stopped the calfs eyes wide as saucers staring at me. Rain stopped doe gave me a nod goodbye and they were gone. Magic.
samefag I've run into armed people and heavy shit but that's not really odd in that time and place, found a noose set and swining on a branch. In Europe in the deep woods in France you get these clearings with loads of childrens toys, some very old.They date to the revolution when Christian burials were dangerous so they made secret cemataries for children deep in the woods to bury them with prayers in secret. The french women still go and leave a toy and say a prayer at them, so the toys span 100 years or more. Just leave that alone. Seen places german planes were shot down but not much left, old marqis camps well overgrown and walked with boar in moonlight. Never seen anything supernatural but a few times got the fears up at night like my senses knew to be quiet like a mouse some primitive predator radar buried in us set off. I've seen forign hipply toyrist scum prancing around on full moon nights at old stone circles acting like cunts.What even counts as wierd these days though hey?
Reminds me of that video of a hailstorm in Turkey where a bunch of pedestrians were sheltering in a shop, then a bird walks up to the door obviously waiting to be let in, so they do.
This one was ok when you read just the bare minimum about it. Having corpses in a lake who know who you are is spooky enough.
When it got cringe and unbelievable was when it started saying shit like "WE WERE ALL THERE THE SUMMER OF 86 DON'T YOU REMEMBER? YES YOU DO YES YOU DO YES YOU DO YES YOU DO" or some such tripe
Any horror story that resorts to repetition/"crazy" ranting like that sucks me straight out of the immersion. Could have been a great story otherwise.
The automatic chess machine on the other hand, made me shit a brick, and I didn't even see the whole picture at the end.
I hate x posters, and fervently wish each and every one could get up close and personal with all the spooky shit their brains conjure up.
The weirdest thing I encountered was one bar of signal 30 minutes from the nearest place I could get service. Woo. I guess the notification ping made me jump a little.
>live near woods but still city slicker so never go there >say fuck it and head out one night with a flashlight and unarmed because no predators >after like an hour find a rotten house/shack >decide to explore despite it being dilapidated and nobody knows where i am >no lock on the door >found some plants and a hand in a jar but nothing too weird >see light through the window as i'm upstairs >realize someone is coming >can see their light and hear them kinda muttering >for some reason i don't call out i just hide up there >can barely see shit but i can make out some sort of military uniform, a gas mask and a rifle with a flashlight >get scared and sit there as he searches the place and area >eventually he leaves
not super weird i guess i tripped some redneck's alarm and he was growing weed or something and checked it out
oh and neck height metal wire fucking everywhere in one spot dunno wtf was up with that
1/2 >Was walking around a lake in the forest about ~5 km from where I lived, one of the largest suburbs of Finland (Herwood for my fellow finnfags) >Just photographing, sometime in the afternoon so not spooky or anything >Come across like 4 tiny cottages, at most 5x5 m2 single room sized things >All in various stages of disrepair >They were full of random stuff, magazines from the 50's etc. so they were old. This was back in 2013 >All had this little loft area with the tiny space under it that was all they were >Just perusing through them, looking at the old shit which was in remarkably good condition considering it wasn't all that out of the way so others must have found them too >They had lights, fridges, cables going between them so figured they must have had power at some point >Inside one of them there is a thick steel cable coming from the roof and laying across the loft thing >I figured no fucking way they would be getting electricity still >Decide to test it and try to flick the light switch >THE FUCKING ROOF LIGHT GOES ON >wtf.jpg >Could have easily accidentally brushed against the cable or just figured there would be no light and touched it while looking around >This also meant that the cables going between the cottages from the roofs were also live
Pic related, the actual cottages. You can barely see the cable going from the corner of the roof.
I came back a while later and they were all burned to the ground. Could have been from the electricity, could have been someone from Herwood (it has a reputation for being a bit of a rough area) lit it on fire. Never saw anything about it on the news though.
This place was by no means a remote area, there was a proper modern cottage with a lake side pier and everything that was a rental just over a small ridge from them, under 100m away. I figured that they were probably on the same land as that and that's where the power came, but there was no above ground cable going to them to the lake. Could also be that the owners of the modern cottage just burned them down too during midsummer or something.
Another pic, I just realized that in this pic you can see what I think is one of the roof cables fallen down next to the doorway. Christ what a death trap that was in hindsight.
I came back a while later and they were all burned to the ground. Could have been from the electricity, could have been someone from Herwood (it has a reputation for being a bit of a rough area) lit it on fire. Never saw anything about it on the news though.
This place was by no means a remote area, there was a proper modern cottage with a lake side pier and everything that was a rental just over a small ridge from them, under 100m away. I figured that they were probably on the same land as that and that's where the power came, but there was no above ground cable going to them to the lake. Could also be that the owners of the modern cottage just burned them down too during midsummer or something.
Another pic, I just realized that in this pic you can see what I think is one of the roof cables fallen down next to the doorway. Christ what a death trap that was in hindsight.
Are low voltage (I assume this is just 230V/3phase?) above-ground cables uninsulated in Binland? Not possible that its some kind of metal conduit with an insulated cable inside?
Nah it shouldn't happen. It's been 10 years and the pic ain't the best, but it does seem like it's insulated. But also these things were old. Plus, pretty sure that particular cable had broken off from somewhere so the end was on the ground, though that might be the non-live end.
The part that got me spooked to test the light was though uninsulated, frayed metal cable.
A wendigo ran across the road directly in front of my car when I was driving through the woods one night. >inb4 "it was a dog, deer, or pi-"
No fuck you I know what I saw.
>decide to check out ghost town >town got moved a few miles, all that's left is bits of a mine >mine has open shaft that goes 1000ft straight down >decide to explore area, might do s.t.a.l.k.e.r. challenge there >find some brittle sky blue rocks in a pile by a concrete foundation >see mine car rails coming out of the dirt, all twisted >lots of bricks and broken glass >finally go back to steel tower over open shaft (designed by eiffel) >feel drawn to open shaft >keep getting closer and closer >have to snap out of it and go back to car
Either I'm a retard or there's something off about that mine.
>In northern Nevada >Drive my car up a trail on a mountain, scout ahead to not get stuck. ( Got stuck a bunch) >Beautiful mountains and hills, no one around. >Be merry drink beer and watch the stars, eventually head back into my car ( it's camry, you pull the seats forward and you can put a air mattress there). Pass out. >0200 my car violently shakes from the back side. > SHAKE'S AGAIN, same spot. Even more. >Pull my glock 26 and swing the back seat door open, and shine my bright flashlight. >It's a fucking monster, tall on four legs. Long face big eyes. Pushing my car. > freak out, with my flash light I see FUCKING Thirty horses just surrounding my car. With the leader just staring at me making happy noises. > I realize these guys are just curious wild horses. Tell leader who pushed my car to go away. >Leader horse tips his head down, gives a sad look and starts walking away. >Go back to bed
What about the reverse, have you ever been the weird thing in the woods? There must be some autist who likes hiding in trees and making weird noises at campers in the middle of the night.
Yes, I am and have been the weird autist problem. Yes, I am aware I am cringe and a LARPer. If it's worth anything I was in the army and am still fit.
uni club end of year camping trip. Have homemade gillie suit and homemade digital night vision. I got tired of people being annoying and drunk so I climbed a tree about 3 meters and just listened to music through my $60 earpro. People start going to bed, a drunk dude walks up to my tree and starts pissing. When he's done I say "take care, man" and he freaks out.
Also on this camp in the early evening I crawled through the grass to sneak up on them, wearing full Camo face paint and previously mentioned ghillie
In the end I was banned from that club, not for any of the stuff above, but because I kept calling things retarded. The final straw was when I intentionally called the club execs retarded for being upset by the word retard.
Also i make a bunch of caches and hide them around trails and campsites that I use, usually they just contain spare camping stuff I've replaced like survival supplies
I've set up animal traps and booby traps for practice innawoods to see if they could work; another group of German hikers saw and thought I was nuts. They actually ended up staying the night there as I have immediate family in Germany and speak it as well as they spoke English. We got drunk and compared basic training experiences. They still understandably thought I was insane for obvious reasons.
>The final straw was when I intentionally called the club execs retarded for being upset by the word retard.
Based, hopefully their children were born retards.
This didn't happen to me but my great-grandfather was from Ukraine and was an officer in the Red Army during WWII. In 1947, he took his unit out on patrol in the Pripet Marshes in the border area between Belarus and Ukraine (the UPA and some German deserters were still active at the time), they ran into a gnomish man and woman who had been living in total seclusion with two small kids (both of whom had been born in the swamp) and had no idea that the war had ended and Nazi Germany defeated two years earlier. They had been living in hiding since the SS and some local collaborators massacred the garden gnomes in their village at the start of the invasion, and had started avoiding other people altogether after their first kid was born. Neither of them looked older than 20 and he estimated that they had had been just teenagers when they had fled into the forest six years earlier. He escorted them back to barracks and kept them there under guard for several days until he bought them train tickets to Kyiv and told them to go start new lives there.
Right up until he died, he said that gave him more nightmares than the combat ever did.
Some kind of wannabe pagan shrine with tons of animal bones and stick ornaments woven together. Some True Detective/Blair Witch occult shit. Was at a national park, albeit not on any trail or campsite. I assumed it was just made for the purpose of weirding people out.
When I first got night vision I was at a farm at night and I saw a dead kangaroo being eaten by so many things at once it looked like it was moving from a distance, still probably one of the most nightmare fuel things I've seen. Just a moving silouette of cat/fox growls, squeaks and ripping noises as the semi stiff limbs waved around.
Another hiking story, again with night vision. Found an angled, metre wide hole in the ground near someone's property bordering a national park. Curlew birdcall coming from hole following by hissing sounds. Again a logical explanation when I figured out it was some kind of manmade hole with a leaking pipe that a curlew was chilling out at the other end of.
A large fish, nowhere near the coast or a major lake or river.
I also came across a strange zipline contraption made out of steel cable & wood. The strange thing was that the cable was nowhere near large enough to bear the weight of a person so when my buddy and I found it we were really confused as to what it was. We later learned that it was part of a moving target system a local archery club had set up years before.
the fish usually get dropped by eagles and seagulls and whatnot
Yeah, I figure it was something that an eagle or similar grabbed out of a private pond and then ended up dropped. It was still a WTF moment to be hiking innawoods and suddenly seeing a bigass fish lying dead on the trail.
I've seen an opossum crawl out of the ass end of a rotting cow carcass before, though that was on a farm.
How do you explain this then? 60 kg porpoise found 90 km away from the sea. What kind of flying PrepHole creature was the culprit?
Pterodactyl obviously
Unironically it could've been a bear or some shit that just left it there
a dolphin at local aquarium dies
too expensive to dispose of "properly"
tells flunky who empties the garbages that there's $50 in it for him if he can get rid of it, doesn't care where. or how
loads his truck, goes for a drive
First guess was firefighting aircraft sucking up swimming pool size chucks of seawater to dump on forest fire.
Second guess is African Swallow because a European Swallow wouldn't have the wing speed velocity to fly with that coconut.
A human trafficking victim. I have old the story here a few times over the years so I cant be bothered to write it again.
alive or dead?
link?
>A human trafficking victim
Was she hot, as in like was the trafficking justified?
fuck you post the story and this time save it on a file or screen shot it so you dont have to write it up
not him but I saw a kid trying to cross the rio grande recently. kid was about 20 years old and had tattoos up his chest and neck/face. he waded out into the river towards us while we were on a backcountry canoe trip trying to get us to take him with him. we were probably 80 to 100 mi from the nearest convenience store or anything like that so he was basically fucked. he would only point the left side of his face at us and my buddy noticed that he was missing an eye. It looked to be freshly gone. we obviously got a little spooked and paddled the fuck away from him but we had to camp a few more nights on the river and he was in the back of my mind the whole time. when we finally went home we talked to a rancher down there who asked us if we had seen anyone. when we described the kid The rancher told us he had stumbled up to his ranch the night prior and begged for food. he said hecouldn't give him any but he would give him some water from the hose. he also asked if he was alone and the kid said in broken English that no he had a friend with him. when asked where his friend was he just responded with a throat slitting motion. border patrol got him shortly after that.
Fuckin invaders
>he had stumbled up to his ranch the night prior and begged for food. he said hecouldn't give him any but he would give him some water from the hose.
Jesus Christ, I hate illegals as much as anyone but show some compassion. Give him a can of beans or some shit...
The DHS and border patrol can fuck a landowner for assisting. I think it's come down to people losing their property in the past so now people are a little weary. this dude's ranch is on the Rio Grande and the way he described it if he feeds one of them then there's going to be every illegal for 50 miles showing up there expecting help.
Well I hope border patrol gave him a bandaid or something to put over his empty eye socket.
His fault for not hiring a coyote.
Fuck (You)
Trump lost
Fuck that, Hispanic can stay on the other side of the Rio Grande where he belongs.
Screen cap?
Five dudes sucking each other off, there were pbr cans EVERY FUCKING WHERE
Same. 2 homeless guys surrounded by bottles at a shitty fire going to town on each other. Tried to join but my bro said it was gay. They followed us for a bit too. Found a dead body in a sleeoing bag a few weeks later in that area
why would you try to join in?
why wouldn't you?
I came in here to say I saw something like this. Astonished it happens so much.
Just pbr and blowjobs.
chud and other porn magazines when i was 8-10
not that weird
bags of women's clothing, usually provocative stuff like lacey underwear and bras
as a horny teenager I would grab a pair of the panties and jerk off while smelling them, not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
>not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
Anon I...
>not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
Nasty can be hot under the right circumstances
>not even caring about how nasty the bitch who wore them might be
You know it was a man right? Some 50 yo closeted crossdresser was almost caught by his wife and decided it wasn't safe to have his women's clothes around the house any more, decided to get rid of them in the woods.
>15 years ago
>me and gf liked to drive on back roads at night to find spooky places
>driving at night in the middle of nowhere during a full moon
>no street lights and barely passed any cars
>not much to see, just wilderness
>glimpse a house on a hill in the distance
>see a dirt road cutting through the wilderness to towards the house
>why not
>slowly driving down the road
>turns in a sharp corner
>can't see around the corner due to the trees and brush
>turn the corner
>it's like one of those roadside memorials
>like 20 crosses, dozens of stuffed animals, toys, and balloons (that are still floating)
>gf freaks out
>put it in reverse and fuck off
I always wondered what could have happened there. It was too far off the road for a car accident to have occurred there
>look for spooky things
>find spooky thing
>get spooked
what were you expecting?
To be fair to anon it's his gf who got spooked and women are barely capable of comprehending that their actions have consequences.
those things are there precisely to scare off nosy tourists like you
you should just have approached the cabin in the woods and save the world from the Olde Gods for another year
we're all living in hell (trannies etc) haven't you noticed. thanks fag
>People that aren't like me exist, this is hell
How fragile are you
>Trannies exist
>hell
Clown
You have to go back
Literal cemetery.
This happened to me when I was in college a long time ago. Still the weirdest thing to happen to me by far.
>Driving from U of Oregon in Eugene back home to Boise for fall break
>get started late, by the time I hit central Oregon it’s dark
>for those not familiar with the area, once you get east of the Cascades, it starts to get real isolated real fucking quick
>driving on 2 lane highway through the dark when I hit something in the road
>probably some shit that fell off someone’s truck
>engine starts making weird noises and check engine light comes on
>FUCK
>start looking for place to pull off and try to find a mechanic
>pull onto this farm to market road
>drive about a mile and see a farm supply store with the lights still on
>couple locals sitting outside, drinking and smoking
>I get out and try to introduce myself, but they’re acting bizarre as fuck
>start losing their shit over how nice my car is and how they never see anything like it out there
>…my car is some rusted piece of shit imported from god knows where
>next they start talking about how amazing my shoes are
>my broke ass literally bought these shoes from some tweaker in downtown Portland after my old ones gave out
>creeped out by these guys, decide to go inside
>kind looking old dude at the counter
>when he sees me walk in, he starts ranting incomprehensibly about some numbers that grow in the soil (?)
>wtf is this place
>look around the shop, pretty typical looking country store
>look in one of the seed bins
>it’s filled with fucking gummy bears
>alright fuck this
>rush out of there, decide to take my chances with the car
I’ve driven down that road multiple times since, but I’ve never been able to find that weird fucking gummy bear store again. I try not to think about it.
based Boise enjoyer accidentally finding Sneed's
Oh yeah, Chuck's. Ain't been the same since it got bought out.
Dun found it
ah yes the story that has been posted on PrepHole every time a spooky story thread is up
Raccoons living in a bear carcass
>middle school
>parents sent me to summer camp
>we do 2 weeks of traveling and staying at different camp sites each night
>at one camp site by a lake
>it's dusk
>see a guy in a small boat traveling parallel to us
>we start yelling insults and making rude gestures
>boat turns towards off
>run off to our tents
>hear commotion outside
>the female counselors shuffle us into the vans while the male counselors are talking to the boat guy
>spent the night in a hotel and came back in the morning to pick up our gear and the male counselors
>2 rangers were there
>no one ever told us what happened
Anyway, don't yell at strangers
I wish he would've caught you gays.
>hiking
>come across deer carcass
>lol sucks to suck
>grizzly bear stands up like 30 feet away
>slowly back away until I break line of sight and fucking run
Nothing particularly strange, but I think there must be something weird out there that only lesser creatures can detect, because I sure as hell haven't seen any Black folks in the wild.
Out bush, thick eucalyptus, native Cyprus. Hilly, boulders everywhere, valleys. There's a trail I'm following but it's shittily marked.
>Lose marks, but follow what seems to be a trail.
>Bush goes deadly quiet, but this is normal for remote places, it's actually pleasant. A good reason to go bush in the first place.
>Temp drops from 35C to 25C in the valley I'm in, still a thing that can happen.
>Cyprus is really thick, I realise I'm not picking up the trail, I'm just fucking somewhere, but it's pleasant and nearly lunch.
>Could be a clearing up ahead.
>There is, however:
>Flat area in the middle of clearing.
>Carpeted, maybe 9 metres square fifties style office. Leather swivel chair, leather topped desk, filing cabinets, bookshelf.
>Not ruined, just a carpeted fifties office, no walls, ceiling, in a clearing in the middle of the bush, gaudy colours.
> Nope the fuck outta there.
Should have taken a seat, G-Man was gonna offer you a job
>I'm just fucking somewhere
Dad?
sounds like it could've been some kind of photoshoot set, or some other kind of art installation
though, i would expect artists to pick up after themselves
>born and raised in central Washington
>grandfather had a decent sized plot of land southeast of Mt Baker
>woods and fields with a small cabin and an outhouse, no electricity or plumbing
>used a gas generator for power when needed and water was taken from a nearby lake
>nearest town was like an hour/hour and a half drive away, nearest neighbors were miles away and I didn’t know anything about them
>cabin was a square and was U shaped inside, you’d walk in the front door and it had the single main room with a table and chairs and a makeshift kitchen to one side and a wood stove in the center of the cabin, and the other side had a door to a small bedroom with just a dresser and a bunk bed
>nobody lived there full time but we would go spend time there pretty often
>the summer I turned 17 I wanted to spend a few weeks out there by myself
>borrowed my dad’s truck and had it packed a bunch of easy non perishable food stuff
>brought a .357 mag single shot Thomson Center Contender and a Ruger Single Six
I had a few weird thing happen that trip
>sitting inside maybe an hour after sunset reading a book with my headlamp
>suddenly there is a light outside
>go to the window to look
>it was like a ball of fire floating above the lake
>go outside the front door to look at it
>this bright ball just sitting right above the lake getting brighter and brighter
>suddenly it shot away then curved up and disappeared
>got spooked and went inside, closed the blinds, and got in bed
1/3
Nevermind 2/2 cuz it was able to be squeezed into this last post
Another day
>walking around the woods looking for grouse or rabbit or squirrel or whatever
>already had one grouse with me in my backpack
>find a clearing
>notice all of the sounds of the woods are gone, stereotypical spooky innawoods stuff I know
>there are four separate deer skeletons in this small clearing, the bones are scattered but I count four skulls
>get spooked and quickly hike back to cabin
>feel retarded only having a single shot .357 rifle and a .22lr single action revolver
>don’t stop feeling that spooky feeling until I’m out of the woods and sound comes back
It’s stupid and stereotypical I know but it scared me
This happened a dozen times or so
>be sleeping in the single bedroom
>all doors and windows are locked
>wake up to the sound of the front door opening
>grab rifle and be scared shitless
>put on headlamp and go investigate
>nothing, front door is still locked
This kept happening, I’d even keep the bedroom door open and I’d still wake up hearing the front door opening only to see it still be closed, scared me to death
Then I turned 18 and joined the Navy and haven’t been back in almost 15 years
When the forest gets quiet, there's always a reason. Critters get too little credit for their understanding of the natural world. They know what's going on better than we do; they were sensing a coming confrontation. It was wise of you to flee.
>father worked at a ranch near a forest
>a big place, the nearest house was 1-2 miles away
>owners were kinda crazy, who worked too many hours, screamed at you if you didnt do it right, etc, they were in their 40's
>we lived in a small house, near the house there was an old shed
>in one day me and my mom check out inside it
>just the usual, gardening stuff, tools. spiders, dust etc
>but there was a closet closed with a lock, I opened it and there was a metal box in it
>my mother and I thought that maybe it was money or garden gnomeels
>but they were like some kind of surgical tools, knifes, bones cutter, etc, also it was drops of dried blood
so we kind fuck off, bought a new lock and call it a day, after a few months we left
there's a reason why things goes silence in the woods , sometimes something will happen, when you don't hear anything you hide or run
Animals feel that, we also feel it, we have a lot of senses, but normal fags ignore them.
>I thought that maybe it was money or garden gnomeels
Ranch hands really are the niggest of morons
it was a ball lightning
Ball lightning.
Some manner of predator's den for the deer, probably. Plenty of local likely suspects. Auditory hallucinations are common with certain forms of sleep disturbance, if you were anxious while you were there that could be a factor.
Pretty cool you got to see some ball lightning personally. It's not exactly common.
Theres spooky shit in those washington mountains, anon. Heres some tripwire i found one night
Are those metal cable to fuck up cars that hit them? Ambush? That's pretty creepy. Whats the story on how you found them?
these are there to decapitate bikers
Mountain bikes or dirt bikes? Or both? I'm guessing dirt bikes, a mountain bike would have to be hauling ass to get decapitated
Not really likely. I found these tripwires on a national forest service road on mountain loop highway while hiking alone at night. Absolutely the spookiest, creepiest shit ive ever found while in the woods. My absolute best guess is there was a drug camp or something nearby and they set these as signal alarms to alert them if offroad vehicles were approaching so they could book it outta there. Truthfully, i have no fucking idea why they were there and i didnt stick around to find out, but yeah i found them.
the western us doesn't get enough credit for being spooky imo
I am born and raised in the olympic peninsula area and I have spent a lot of time in the outdoors, in boyscouts and as an adult. I don't go anywhere in the woods(or in general) without being strapped, and prefer to carry a long gun as well.
To think that I spent many years in the scouts sneaking out if our tents at night and smoking weed in the dark far enough from camp that the smell or sound didn't carry, unarmed except for a few pocket knifes and maybe a hatchet, stoned and isolated, gives me the creeps.
The days you were a kid were likely a good while before meth and opioids and crime in general became so rampant and widespread
It's amazing how fast things went downhill. Everything seemed to change in just a matter of years. When I was a kid we used to spend all day in the woods fucking around with no adult supervision. This was from 2005 to 2012 or so, before I got my drivers license and my horizons expanded.
There is no way I would let my kids go play in the woods or anywhere else alone these days. I wouldn't even let my wife go walking around downtown at night or innawoods alone, not that she would anyway.
I guess pumping the country with cheap drugs and degeneracy will do that.
The country is quite literally safer than it ever was, you just let the garden gnomes fill you with fear
Ball lightning is cool
Nothing much. Just old abandoned structures. I know two credible Bigfoot witnesses though
>I know two credible Bigfoot witnesses though
no such thing
>everyone has an HD video recorder in their pockets and has drones
>still no video of bigfoot
hmmm
Bigfoot is a confirmed interdementional being which creates strong EM fields disrupting video recording devices
bigfoot fags yet again proving themselves to be on the same level as anti Science Qtards.
>can't disprove my point and resorts to ad hominems
I accept your capitulation
A bird that was supposed to be in Africa. It was a sort of duck and this was in North America.
A backpack with it's contents ( women's clothing
) sprawled out across a field in the woods
That seems to be a common thing, the same thing happened to those two girls who vanished in Peru or wherever and took a ton of pics of them trying to reach civilization again. The only thing they found of em was their clothes in their backpack (and the phone)
I had no glasses and was following my mother by her red coat only to learn that she was actually like 100m behind me, wondering why I went off trail.
Trees. Like why are they there?
>Campin in southern Germany near the Alps
>Hanging cozy in my hammock ready to fall alseep around midnight
>Hear some small animals scurrying around, nothing unusual
>Think I see some light
>Hear some heavy cracks of sticks
>Think maybe someone found me, some hunter or forest worker (Camping in random woods is illegal in Goymany)
>Look but see nothing, also hear nothing
>Get my trusty leatherman ready since it's the only kind of weapon I have
>Listen closely and I hear what are definitely steps
>Heart starts pumping, jump out and shout into the darkness
>No response
>Get flashlight and start shining it around, see nothing but I can hear the cracks and steps of something as I shine around
>Get really scared
>Fuck this, grab my bag, left the hammock as is and just started jogging back to the gravel road outside the forest
>Reach road and start slowly walking towards the next village
>A few meters down see a car parked there with a guy just sitting alone at the passenger seat
>He looks like he's on drugs or something, doesn't even look at me directly
I eventually just walked back to the village and walked around until morning. Then called a friend to pick me up. Been about a year since and I haven't had the courage to go camping since.
Most likely a dealer dropping of a dead drop. Most likely a slavic one, that's their go-to technique. You were right to run.
Not necessarily spooky but it was during the encounter
>shooting guns at abandoned mine, two hour drive from Boise
>bunch of cool abandoned buildings and equipment
>never see a single other person there
>buddy and I plinking and kicking up cyanide dust from the tailings piles
>hear woman screaming
>obviously not a cougar/wildcat, almost sounds like words
>reload rifles and begin moving towards the sound
>expecting to find human trafficking victim or murder in progress
>its some fucking hikers
>"i heard gunshots so i started screaming so people would know where i was and not accidentally shoot me"
They were more spooked than us when we found them, since we kind of just turned around a corner with guns drawn
be honest: have she ever left that mine?
Sorry I don't have any spooky stories, but I have another one that' weird
>on hiking trip with trail association
>basically weeklong excursion to repair walkways in marshy areas
>8+ hour hike, multiple river crossings and climbing portions
>trail association brings private backcountry chef (unrelated but god damn he cooked some good food. got discharged from airborne after sheering his ankle-nub off on a tree stump when parachuting)
>cutting some trees down for lumber about 1/2 mile from trail
>see something shiny
>move to investigate, find a tarp covering some random shit
>a full size wooden dining set
>a full size fucking grill
>grill is full of large glass tubes
>besides a little rust, it's literally pristine
>no grease, no leftover scrap from cooking anything
>ranger assigned to group is baffled, calls for crew to come up at some point to disassemble
This was a very popular trail that was VERY strict about not interfering with wildlife (got yelled at once for carving the association's initials in a branch that we had cut down). Constant ranger patrols and people on the trail. I cannot feasibly think of a way they would get this up in a reasonable amount of time, let alone without being spotted by anyone.
Some of the members thought it was for cooking meth, but there's no reason why they would follow a popular hiking trail rather than taking an hour long drive on a remote trail, AND set it up within eyesight of the trail.
Holy shit anon, that’s Hunter S Thompsons BBQ set!!
You accidentally walked on his old ranch!
>being surprised or scared of guns
>in Idaho
Fucking tourists, man
I can understand why they did it, I would probably yell something (not scream like a retard) if someone nearby is shooting a lot and I don’t know where they are. Probably less of a “scared” thing and more of a “I don’t want to get shot by a retard” kinda thing
>Was driving across the U.S. with my woman
>Camp in Flaming Gorge Wyoming for a night
>Star gazing
>see a few lights that look like stars or distant planes moving around
>Shrug off as something mundane or my eyes playing tricks on me
>Look back and lights are still there
>Now they are moving in ways that nothing natural i'm aware of does or can
>they move up, down, and in multiple directions almost instantaneously as if at will
We watched this happen for about an hour before deciding to go to sleep for the night. Still don't know what I saw that night. I assume military shenanigans with new tech.
fucking sleepwalked out of my tent. i came to in the middle of the fucking forest confused as fuck thinking i was abducted by aliens or some deliverance tier rednecks
Same thing happened to my dad but he was dreaming/whatever that his friends woke him up and were leading him into the woods. Almost froze to death.
Probably set his tent up in a fairy circle or something.
>deliverance tier rednecks
Rednecks in real life often just want to be left alone, while many Hollywood producers are actual sexual predators that rape people.
Tucker and Dale vs Evil is a movie that understands rednecks. Logan Lucky is another one.
People project their fears on us because they fear the wilderness itself, the unknown. Yet it is our home. It is like a pilgrim in the woods fearing the next Cherokee raid.
>deliverance tier rednecks
Actual inbred eastern europe stetl and ghetto dwellers trying to ingratiate themselves with WASPy carpetbagger types.
carpetbagger meant garden gnome in reconstruction.
I'll post mine
>Innawoods Bighorn mtns, WY
>about 40 miles from nearest down, down some sort of logging road
>been here all day and nobody has come by
>decide to get out of car to go take a piss
>hear what sounds like a group of teenagers by a campfire all laughing and talking maybe 30-50 yards away
>there isn't a single spot they could be, hard to explain but it just wouldn't be possible for anyone to be around my spot without me knowing they were there
>shine my flashlight in the air while tryna make sure I'm not gonna piss on my boots
>hear and immediate "SHH" then dead fucking silent for the rest of the night
>also had a single coyote get within 10 feet of my car, he was yipping for the entire night
>didn't hear more than that one coyote
Idk bros, I'm not a HURRDURR SKINWALKGUR anon but that night was pretty weird.
town not down srry am retard
Seelie fae
>be swedish
>driving up to my summer cabin to mow the lawn and harvest my rhubarb
>turn off the main road and enter my land
>there are a few cars and bicycles parked on the side but thats normal because my land is popular with berry and mushroom pickers
>have freedom to roam laws so they could clean out all the natural food from my land, leaving nothing for me or the animals
>but all the cars have swedish plates so i know they are picking responsibly and only for their own consumption
>keep driving further innawoods
>enter the private road leading to my cabin
>a white van is blocking the road maybe 800 meters from my cabin
>it has bulgarian plates
>instantly start seething because i know these fuckers pick everything clean and trample bushes and leave trash behind like the animals that they are
>open my door and hear a woman crying from the van and also shouting and commotion from further ahead innawoods
>cautiously approach the van with one hand in my pocket holding my leatherman
>ugly fat bulgarian women sees me and starts screaming and throws the sliding door shut
>see more vans parked further up my road
>blood curling screams in foreign languages
>realize i'm not equipped for whatever is ahead
>get back in my car and throw it into reverse and then block the exit of my property with my car
>call the police
guest worker bulgarian and thai berry picking crews were having a turf war on my property over the rights to my blueberries, gangs of new york style
it made me realize that 1. i actually have no way to defend my property or myself 2. the swedish government is gay as fuck, it trusts me to operate and kill people with a CV90 but not to own a pistol without jumping through a million hoops and paying out of my ass and even if i did all that the government would still go out of its way to fuck me for using said pistol for its intended purpose because of retarded self-defense laws
military service should grant you 2nd amendment tier gun rights tbqhwuf
>Read this whole thing
>Expecting drug dealers, sex traffickers, or human traffickers
>It's blueberry turf war
you laugh but its a big industry here
>fly in what is essentially slave labour
>send them out into the swedish wilderness to pick free berries
>sell the berries back to swedish people for ludicrous prices
How much does a Pint of blueberry's go for? In Illinois I can get 18oz from anywhere from $0.99 one sale to $4.99 in the gouging season
i have no idea i dont buy berries
i just know its not cheap
Exactly same goes in Finland. On the sidenote, our blueberry is bilberry in American English.
>blueberry is bilberry in American English.
what the fuck
no he's right, it's a different kind of blueberry than the common one you can get at the store, they're generally smaller
It's the same in Poland. Bulgarians and Romanians come with vans full of people, clean entire forests off mushrooms and berries and threaten anybody who dare to go there at the same time. Fuckers will try to steal shrooms from families just taking a walk.
>get a cheap bicycle
>get some pic related screws
>look for some tires
now imagine when romania and bulgaria get allowed into schengen
a couple of years ago i saw a documentary where they went to gypsy villages in romania that basically only existed because of the money they get from berry picking in sweden
motherfuckers were driving nicer cars than me and had AC in their houses etc
>had AC in their houses
Is that a rarity or something? hell, you can get a window unit for like $150
Some of Europe has historical preservation laws. I can't even install plastic windows in my rental piece of shit garbage apartment.
And here I thought the average euro was just too poor to afford AC, you're telling me it's fucking ILLEGAL not to die of heatstroke in your own home???
God I cannot begin to explain how glad I am to be an American.
>cultural heritage management / cultural heritage resources
I'm pretty sure that even in the USA you're not allowed to make holes for air conditioning in historically relevant monuments...
>historically relevant monuments
Except it's a shithole building with zero historical value. I hate it here.
I’m trans btw if that matters
Stop making everything about you
Some random pile of rocks is "cultural heritage?" Can't be much of one if people who aren't rich live in it.
I have a portable AC that you stick through the window. I can't install a normal one or even a fucking window because "it would damage the historical value of the street" or somesuch bullshit. Massive cheap ass billboards with retarded ads don't damage it, apparently.
HE WHO CONTROLS THE BLUEBERRIES CONTROLS ALL OF SWEDEN!
What you take for granted, turdies will murder each other for. All the more reason to block all immigration from shitholes and let them die in their billions.
Get dogs, 2-5.
Why are there so many goddamn gypsies in Scandinavia?
>Be me Tulipmoron
>Go visit my sister in law in Helsinki
>First time in Finland
>Have a beer at the airport
>Crumple up the can and toss it in the trash (I didn't know you had statiegeld or howover the fuck it's called in english on cans)
>Some fat gyppo cunt wearing like 10 skirts hops out behind a bench spits in my direction
Voi vittu
>have freedom to roam laws so they could clean out all the natural food from my land, leaving nothing for me or the animals
Fucking what?!
Europe sucks. Here I could just kill you.
>it has bulgarian plates
Finnfag here. Eastern European plates? I'd start with assuming something far more criminal is going on there than berry pickers. Burglars.
Quite a lot of that goes to export. Krauts pay even more for berries.
AC becomes a higher priority if you go down south.
Not really rare, but not common either. In nordic countries it doesn't get that hot in summer for too long that you would need AC. In most cases AC is actually two way heat pump that is used for heating in winter.
>The Swedish berry picking industry has a turnover of $225 million dollars annually
death to everyone involved in this
>Come to thread for spooks
>Recieve a new industry to be angry at
a dead sheep
not that weird but none of the neighboring farms had sheep at the time so it must've wandered quite some way
>Hiking with scout group in a game park in South Africa c. mid 90s
>These hikes are one of the highlights of the year so always well attended
>6 of us hiking aged between 16-18
>The heaviest weaponry we're carrying is our knives and heavy sticks, but it's all good because according to the owners of the park the largest animal in the park are dassies (like large fat rodent creatures)
>It's hot as fuck as we're trekking through light bush
>We see a pretty shady looking tree in the distance maybe a few hundred meters, better yet it has a big rock under it
>We can sit in the shade under the tree on the rock and eat our lunch! This is gonna be nice!
>We get to within 50 meters of the tree
>The rock lifts it's head to look at us
>It's a fucking Rhinoceros!
>Carefully back up then beat feet to the next checkpoint when we reckon we're far enough away
>Nobody believes us, but we insist we saw it
>Two game rangers drive out and spend two days looking for it, they never found it. Instead of hiking everyone spent the rest of the camp inside the compound learning map reading, knots and pioneering
>Everyone is mad at us, our PL and APL(me) loses their stripes
I know I saw a fucking rhino! We saw it! I'm still mad about this to this day
>Losing your stripes because you were thinking about the welfare of your patrol
Shit troop
I was hunting rabbits in a forest in the middle of nowhere rural indiana and found a weird pit in a valley that was like a manmade sublevel basement but no ceiling. Would've been back around 2019ish, let me log into my google photos account and see if I can create a webm - any good links to a converter on the web?
>house gone
>memories dying
>smelly man in larper camo and entry level AR probes around remains of basement and exclaims
>hard being a woodlands ghost today
Excuse me but I had a Winchester 1300 and walmart longjohns. Who the fuck hunts rabbit with an AR? Also can't find the video sadly.
>3 years ago
>Be hiking in local county park with rough hills.
>Go my usual route, but notice a faint trail that's mostly grown over.
>Follow it for a few hundred yards until I see a large hole int he ground.
>Go in and see a bunch of empty booze bottles and used rubbers.
Probably just teenagers
>lived in New Lenox, Illinois
>New housing development on former farmland with an adjacent forest preserve
>A few friends and I decide to go in there one evening
>Since it was a brand new development there were only about 20 families in the area and all moved from out state
>Forest is mostly generic Forest stuff at first
>It starts to get dark and we find across an old, abandoned barn
>We go inside and find a horse skeleton in the middle with a candle in each eye socket
>We run in terror until we get back to the development
Months later we found out that the entire scene was made by some film student making a movie and we stumbled across it mid production. But it was still terrifying
>we found out that the entire scene was made by some film student making a movie
Weird. You would think that there would be more signs that it was a film production. Even a small one.
Honestly, there could easily have been. But we were 10, it was very dark, and none of us really knew the area so we just noped out of there
What movie? Holy shit I ain't sleeping tonite
Honestly, I forgot what it was called. It was just some film student's project and the only reason I knew about it was because my Father mentioned how someone was filming a horror movie in the forest preserve
If it wasn't a movie set, it would've been just methheads because that sounds like pure methhead behavior.
Or just general edgelord teenager behavior.
>grew up near the Navajo Desert in Inyo County
>lots of chaparral, could walk miles before you see civilization where I lived
>had a few neighbors and their families, we're still close to this day
>my friend, let's call him Bimmy, was into camping and we'd just walk out into the middle of the shrublands during the winter time when it wasn't too hot and go into the canyons or hike up into the mountains to camp
>after a while, we got interested in hiking up Mt. Whitney, so we prepared the entire fall season about ~15 years ago to make sure we had everything we needed (there was a main portal road going up so there wasn't really a big risk of being stranded)
>we start the hike through the shrubs, about ~25 miles away before we start the ascent, you have to be careful because there are mines that randomly open up in the ground that can be unmarked
>our plan was to camp out near the base of the mountain range and then scale it after we got 25 miles under our belt
>we get there roughly when the sun's almost near the horizon, about ~6 - 7 PM, we set up camp having made good time
>the stars are really bright and beautiful, we're stargazing
>wind starts to pick up a little bit so we start weighing down our tents, we're not too far from the main road, getting settled in for a well deserved rest
>we start hearing this low moaning, thinking it's the wind
>Bimmy suddenly jokes, "hey, what if it's a ghost?"
>all of a sudden our tent flap crashes open and we see a pair of eyes staring at us from the tent door before vanishing into thin air
>promptly shit fucking bricks as we scramble to close the tent flaps, we don't sleep a fucking wink
>rest of the hike up the mountain felt like something was following us the entire time, we'd hear whispers from time to time
Turns out we set up camp not too far from an abandoned prospector's mine.
Fug, meant to say Mojave, not Navajo Desert
>my friend, let's call him Bimmy
BIMMY ISN'T EVEN A REAL NAME
Close enough.
Me banging your mom.
Weird camping story inbound
>be me
>go camping with brother and a few friends
>have a great time telling cheesy ghost stories and making stores
>everyone turns in for the night
>wake up in the middle of the night
>gottapee.exe
>get flashlight and leave tent
>see movement behind a tree
>go to investigate because tism
>brother was behind the tree sucking his own dick
>mfw
spoopy
What kind of technique was he using? Asking for a friend
Witnessed a hawk hop down off a tree and take a rabbit in a bush, flopping around with it for purchase. It noticed my presence, paused a bit (eye contact) then flew towards me slowly ascending. The retard dropped the rabbit from about 8' in the air, which made a retarded sheep like BAAA. (eye contact again, I'm pointing at the rabbit impact point with my other hand raised say "What the fuck man?"). The hawk slowly, sheepishly glides away in shame.
Brother hawk gives you his kill and this is the thanks he gets.
Needles for shooting up whatever these crackheads use these days, but really deep in the woods at a old campsite.
Like a day walking away from the nearest Road.
Wierd to me how somebody takes the time to walk that far in to nature to shoot up.
A junkie with discipline.
considering the amount of time ive spent in PNW innawoods its been pretty tame. mostly:
>glowing eyes at night at heights not consistent with local wildlife
>sounds I can usually attribute to auditory hallucinations
>burnt out RVs and former meth labs
>human like shapes/forms/shadows
really its always spooky everytime no matter what but hours later its easily explained. The dark and the quite fucks with your brain to no end.
you were in the middle of a Greater Demon summoning and you reasoned it all away. good work champ you missed the show
>in my pre-teens going on a couple day big hike in Kings Canyon /Sequoia National park…usual trout fishing, camp fire stuff, go off on my own find a creek go over it, scramble up a hill top. Over the top there is a weird fungus/slime ant egg moving symbiotic system. Wtf I get away real quick, I don’t know what it was but because I stumbled upon it and got real close to it it freaked me out, even thinking about it weirds me out.
I saw two natives completely high as kites about 50 miles overland to the nearest reservation in the middle of nowhere in a national forest... 69ing eachother.
nice
Is this the thread where you take screencaps and make a gayy little youtube video, OP?
pic rel. not that weird but it was way out in the sticks
I was camping near the town of Rogue River in Oregon one night by myself pretty deep in the woods after my friends suicide. We’d go camping together quiet often and I felt the need to get out of town and get my thoughts straight. I always slept on the ground in an army bivy with MSS and a inflatable pad. I always carried while camping as we’d shoot our rifles and get drunk. Well that night I got my fire stoked and started downing the tequila until I passed out. I woke up with my phone dead and the fire just being embers. I was freezing as I didn’t seal my bivy all the way and had my head and upper torso exposed. I called it a good a time as any to puke and piss. I got out of my bivy and walked over to a tree near my camp and undid my trousers. It was very quiet. At night it’s usually quiet but it was a different kind of quiet. If made me feel very uneasy.
I finished up and made my way back to camp still needing to puke and feeling sobered up but still fucked. A sense of unease still provoked within me. I grabbed my AK and slung it to make me feel safer as I tried to find some sticks to stoke the fire back to life. My biggest mistake was losing my flashlight deep in my rucksack. I exhausted all the sticks near my camp and got the fire going a little. I started to walk towards the stream that faced south of my camp that had a steep hill that went to a dead part of the forest which always gave me the spooks.
I could’ve sworn I saw someone staring at me from the top of the hill line. I yelled out to it and it did not move. I freaked out and threatens to shoot it. It still didn’t move. So I shot at it, a couple of round. No ear pro in so my ears rang like a mother fucker. I had a slant brake so between the flashes and being deaf I lost sight of whatever was staring at me.
>continued
It scared the hell out of me and I do not go camping there by myself anymore. I try not to go hiking there anymore either, at least in the dead forest. It’s weird, my side of the forest which is north of the creek has very good vibes during the day, the south has bad vibes all around.
>I shot at it, a couple of round.
Anon kills deaf mute in the forest.
How the hell would you even defend that in a court of law?
ASLe doctrine
I live in Alaska and see all kinds of creepy shit. It's hard to post about stuff without the usual fucking retarded trolls with dumb excuses "muh logging truck went 5 miles into the alpine at 2400 feet up on federal land with no permits and ripped a tree out and turned it upside down" or "muh moonshiners"
Looks like a result of avalanche.
yeah, they say the same shit at 45 foot pine trees upended like that in the south and all those goddamn X's made from trees, and tridents in the woods too.
This one one time I was wandering in the middle of the woods and I found an old rusty kettle with flowers painted on it hanging on a branch.
When I told my mom about it she said that my brother had also seen the same kettle.
It freaked me out that my random wanderings would take my to the same location as my bro.
Pt1
This one could have been a hallucination, because I admit I was out getting high on weed. However, I am not known to hallucinate in this manner. I've had very short instantaneous hallucinations before, but this one would have been the longest and most clear one I ever had. This one did not feel like a hallucination. It might have been real. I don't really hallucinate ever unless I'm super sleep deprived, and the hallucinations that I have experienced were never of this nature. I can tell you guys about times I know I've hallucinated, so you can see how different they are from what my main story is. At some point years prior, I "saw" a shadow woman at the end of the street who wasn't there while hotboxing my car with my friend. I saw her for 0.001 secs and she was gone. My hallucinations are very rare and don't last long. That's why this next experience probably wasn't a hallucination. I know my mind. I'm also not a diagnosed schizo, not on any meds, etc. And I wasn't thinking about paranormal stuff that day.
>out smoking weed innawoods, by stoner tradition
>it's a cloudy night, but you can see the stars and moon
>a lot of crazy (non paranormal) stuff happens in this forest
>had one 0.5g joint hours earlier
>smoking 1g joint of medical
>taking a hit on my joint, looking down at the ground
>watching the ember as I inhale
>lightning strikes behind me, lighting up the night sky
>it glows blue
>the ground and environment around me glows a flickering blue, like lightning
>don't turn around at first, because I'm still hitting the joint
>besides, I've seen lightning before
>and you can't see lightning by turning around; it happens too fast
>wait a few moments
>realize something isn't quite right
>not only is there no thunder, but the light is still flickering behind me, like it's lighting up the sky
>finally turn around and look up at the sky
>finally see ...it
>a black rocket, with a blue afterburner that is creating the light
>only it's flying slowly and silently
Pt2
>freak out at first because it looks like a missile
>try to observe it
>has no aircraft lights
>can only see an afterburner
>afterburner is almost hypnotic
>it seems to be kinda close
>eerily silent
>turns an impossible 90 degree angle for a rocket
>coming from west, goes south
>down the railroad tracks
>vanishes over tree line
>the flickering blue light is still in the edges of my stoned vision
>not sure what the fuck i just saw
>tell people
>only a few believe
It was a UFO but it could have been human made. However, it didn't seem like any human tech that I know. And the area was very random but sorta densely populated, so you wouldn't wanna be pulling secret research shit there.
>So I was out doing drugs one night and I saw something crazy
Weed is weird because no one knows if it actually causes hallucinations or not. It does, but there is a lack of hard direct evidence. Nonetheless, that thing seemed real. I have an acute awareness of the incident, like it's burned into my memory. Despite the fact that I barely recall details high, I remember it like yesterday. I remember where else I was that day.
I used to smoke a lot of weed back in highschool and was a innawoods loner for the majority of that time.
I experienced a lot of visual hallucinations, some reoccurring like several times I would look down at my feet while walking and see light as if a car was behind me (only in extremely dense forest)
Others where one off hallucinations like a house that did not exist. I know the house was never there as I now own the acreage I spent my time in as a kid but holy fuck was it real to me then.
Sleep deprivation hallucinations in my experience are completely different form weed
The strangest experience I've had was the night I was almost taken by the fey but that memory is like trying to remember a fever dream at this point
My friend showed me a ufo video once. He dead ass caught a super fast object. Nothing could have moved that fast. Nothing.
>8th grade camping with friend in nearby woods
>roasting marshmallows.
>4 older girls from neighborhood appear with a backpack of beer and wine coolers.
>tease us. eat our marshmallows. we all drink.
>2 girls leave.
>2 stay. make out. up shirt. down pants.
>wake up next day. feel like man. best day of life just happened.
>a few days later friend calls me. fire trucks in front of his house and men in woods.
>didn't put out campfire correctly. smoldered and spread slowly for a few days and eventually someone saw smoke.
>lucky didn't burn down town.
>nothing spooky, but greatest camping memory.
Ok here's another one from stoner UFO dude. I'm the same guy whose friend transferred me a facebook ufo video. My hyper religious grandparents both saw the saucers, on the other side of the world from me. Anyway...
>out running on the trail
>on t break, no weed in this story or recently in this story
>the same trail i saw the black rocket
>only I'm going north this time, to the town edge and beyond
>tired and dehydrated
>turn back
>it's getting dark
>vision going blurry
>moonlit night
>i get too exhausted to run on railroad gravel
>joints hurt
>out of water
>start hiking to conserve water
>see an animal in the path ahead
>looked silver in the moonlight
>weird contour, like a fat body with long slender limbs
>turned and stared with large round eyes that reflected light
>looked pretty big
>like a deer, but fatter
>the head didn't make sense and it wasn't a deer
>not a pig because legs too long
>also it looked extremely weird for a dog
>panic because I have no idea what this thing is
>frozen for a sec, in staring contest
>vision isn't doing so good because fatigue and dark
>it made a weird call
>pick up a rock
>move forward because homeward
>it scurries off into the bushes with just one motion
>the bushes rustle, and it's gone
>don't know of any animal it could have been
>very freaked out by the white fur/skin, gleaming silver in moonlight
>i met its gaze for a sec but got scared and went for the rock
>frantically try to recall it in my memory
>cant
>post about it
>anons say it could have been a dog or a sheep
>I'm very outdoorsy and I know all the wild animals here
>none quite fit this bill
>that's the scary part
>white or light colored
>fat body
>extreme stealth and agility
>big round eyes
>no visible tail
>stands on skinny legs
>skull almost like human or dog, but sideways like an oval like a deer
>head is low on the body, no visible neck
>sounded like almost a dog, but also more birdlike than an ordinary dog
>like if a dog tried to squeal a birdcall
>>>on t break, no weed in this story or recently in this story
Weed is fat soluble, running after smoking, even after a month or more, may have released it back into your system making you high again.
Not how it works. Weed doesn't cause hallucinations either. It only advances latent schizophrenia.
Weed does get into body fat, but tends not to be stored in sufficient quantities to actually produce a noticeable high even with considerable exercise.
AFAIK there's little to nothing to support weed directly causing hallucinatory episodes, but it could produce a suggestible condition where someone already subject to hallucinations is more likely to experience one.
I saw some weird animal when I was on guard duty one night during an exercise, I was leaning against a rock struggling to stay awake, guarding a small road junction in a forest when some small creature ran from underneath my legs and across the road into the shrubs, it looked like a piglet about the size of a mouse, I kept seeing glimpses of these things throughout the night, rustling around in the grass and running in and out from underneath rocks, there were heaps of them, my mate saw them too so I know I wasn't tripping, I have no clue what they were, I tried looking up the local fauna but nothing quite matched
An 80s era TV. In the middle of fucking nowhere. No roads nearby, not even a hiking path. In fact the closest road was about 10km away.
When I was a kid I was exploring the woods behind my house, we called it "The hole" because the entire area was down a steep hill behind our house. Ended up finding a pentagram dug into the dirt with a racoons severed head in the middle.
>Ghost bear
>Stalking sky lights
>Fax machine alien harassment
>Spinning away through the field like a wheel creature
>Blue tree lights in impenetrable darkness
>Ritual sites with mutilated animals
>Disembodied child voices
>Large pile of barbie dolls with eyes blotted out
>Half necrotic zombie coyote speaking in tongues
The woods is such a beautiful place but sometimes it gets a little scary
>>Fax machine alien harassment
Fucking what?
>Working on farm
>Meet a qt working on adjacent farm
>No where to chill so lole let's go camping innawoods
>Know of a hunting blind so fuck it let's go fuck in there
>Do the thing
>Late at night hear tap tap tapping on the door
>Probably just an animal or something whatever
>It starts making this fucked up electronic noise
>Sounds almost like a voice chanting
>Stunned in silence, can't believe what I'm hearing
>It's loud
>REALLY loud
>Loud enough to hurt my ears
>It crescendos into a horrifying robotic screaming noise
>Sounds like it's coming from every direction
>Something is pressing on the door threatening to come in
>It's locked and I'm stunned in place
>It suddenly stops
>Sounds like chuckling
>Dead silence
>Come to my senses and rip the door open to see what the fuck just happened
>Gotta be the cool guy and be brave in front of the hole
>Nothing
>Run around looking and she's practically in tears telling me to come back inside
>Never found anything or any signs
>Hear some wolves that night but that's it
So thus the fax machine alien harassment.
Post pics of qt
It was 10 years ago anon. At any rate I lost most of my images from that period in a HDD failure
you should tell all of those, especially the zombie coyote
what the fuck could that fax machine been?
If I had more time and energy I would. To summarize the zombie coyote thing briefly though; I was with a buddy and we were hiking in kit out in the middle of nowhere during near some mountains. See a coyote on the trail moving around like a Silent Hill 2 enemy. It turned towards us started making noises like it was speaking in tongues. We shot it and on closer inspection it was missing a large patch of the flesh on it's head/face and there was exposed bone. I used to have a picture but I can't find it right now.
during the day**
Rabies.
Picture or it did not happen.
away through the field like a wheel creature
Hoop snake.
Lots of mundane stuff - more 'huh' weird than spooky weird.
Multiple sofas - pretty standard, since methheads live in the wilderness around here. One was perched at the top of a ridge overlooking a trail path; another was deeper in, situated on a hill overlooking the river.
Old cages, and overgrown enclosures from a zoo that operated in the town during the early 90s - very few people even realize this area even had a zoo.
Rusted husk of a vehicle - obviously somebody dumped it there to get rid of it, but they would have needed to drive up a steep tree-lined ridge, or deliver it by boat. Weirdness comes from the logistics of how one would get a vehicle there, more than the actual object itself.
Dead cow that must have wandered off from a farmer's property, and got lost in the woods
nothing too exciting
You haven't lived until you've fucked the weird girl on an abandoned woods couch
me and friends find old house in woods by his parents place they just moved into. has a tub full of womens left shoes, newspaper clippings on walls. 4800 rounds of 7.62x51 on belts, anda glass water carboy with $400 face value in silver change. our parents found out and all of them took the fucking money.
>4800 rounds of 7.62x51 on belts
wtf where do you live
this was outside bragg, circa 98. the army corps of engineers tore all the standing stones outside johnsonville on the nw side of post, and all the ones along the lumber river. there was a lot of them. got blasted and turned into loose rock for roads.
Shoulda kept quiet taken it first yourself. I'm disappointed in you anon, you snooze you lose
Normal things.
>Deer jumping over the path, practically over me on one evening.
>Fox litter playing on the meadow.
>Divebomb gone wrong, or a case of buzzard impaled on a barbed wire.
>Getting soaked wet during a storm and hearing, but not seeing it because of near zero visibility, a fawn calling for her mother only a few feet in front of me.
>Emperor moth in daylight.
>A large group of chamois, observed from a good height for a long period. Sentries, spaced out. Calves around mothers in the middle, and a couple of bulls going at each other. Truly a memorable experience.
>Tinny baby squirrels on the ground. No idea what happened there. Infighting or I disturbed a moving endeavour. Held one, almost decided to take him with me home.
>A total of three poisonous snaeks.
>Nearly stepping on a baby rabbit, that would pretend he's a rock after that occurrence and practically allow me to poke him.
>Stepping into a bee nest.
Scary stories are for city folk, but are understandable. Come dark, visibility plummets, and mind starts to imagine things. Torches makes things worse. On known paths, it's best going in darkness. Eyes adjust, and dispel fear.
>Come dark, visibility plummets, and mind starts to imagine things. Torches makes things worse. On known paths, it's best going in darkness. Eyes adjust, and dispel fear.
This, very much so. One rainy night about 4 years ago I was walking thru a nearby forest. Don't need light as there was some skyglow. I see something white sitting in the middle of the trail and low to the ground about 10 metres ahead. Freeze and observe. Have encountered junkies & copper thieves in the past and I initially thought it was someone sitting down with their back to me. No movement, no sound. I stand there observing for about 5 mins before edging closer. Still can't identify it so sensing no other threat, I pull a flashlight out and illuminate it. It's a big stuffed plush somebody placed in the middle of the trail. Christ...
>That hole
You fucked it didnt you
If you see something anomalous like this, and the idea is indeed to bamboozle you, it's probably a distraction to that end to fix your attention. Scour everything else around except that.
Had the exact same thought when I saw it, thus why I froze in place and listened while scanning the area. I didn't go any closer. Told friend about it the next day and he wanted to see it so went back with him and it was still there. Looked around for any booby traps, seeing none I carried it back and disposed of it. It gets a bit weirder. A few days later I saw it in a shopping cart being pushed by some tweaker. Then it appeared under an elevated sidewalk at an apt building next door. Some junky (same tweaker?) was sleeping on it for about a month before neighbour saw him running down the road with no pants and a cop car following right behind him with lights flashing. Bldg manager cleared it out and never saw it again.
I have another one i'll post up in a few minutes.
Similar to
I found a tripwire once while exploring an old logging road from the 60s, very overgrown and trail-like. It was in '94 just south of a town called Port Hardy, B.C. I only saw it because of the dew drops on it. It was a fishing line about 15 or 20 cm high. I instantly froze because Wow-wtf?!! I scanned around quickly but saw no one or anything. Without taking another step, I observed it connected to a pull ring on a can-like object attached to the back of a tree and partially covered with some branches. I realized instantly it might be an explosive and felt imminent danger. I backed off carefully and looked at every place I was about to step. I had to fight an overwhelming urge to run. When I got back to my car a couple mins later I drove to the RCMP detachment and reported it. I was interviewed at length. It was only several weeks later I learned that an officer went back in plain clothes and retraced my route, confirmed the onject, backed out and called in an ERT team. They deactivated the device which turned out to be a smoke grenade. They left it in place and set up some unmanned surveillance (trail cams?) and waited. Turned out there was a grow patch further up the trail. I heard they id'd the guy but I learned nothing more.
>I heard they id'd the guy but I learned nothing more.
Yeah unless it hits the news or they need you as a court witness, that's all you're gonna hear.
t. remote surveillance worker that's gotten a few people busted for trying to steal copper
This is why you don't go down Copperhead Road.
Anon, you stole hobo's fuck pillow
the strangest thing I saw in the forest was a group of hitchhikers in a circle singing for the return of the communist, Nazi-aristocratic animals lying in the forest. me and my Space Diamond Birdy came out and rushed towards them with my Mosin Nagant and started firing big exolosive cartridges that made fire around their feet when they got up together but were unsure what to do. i yelled at them to sit on their heads and undress and keep their heads on while I was urinating on a tree nearby, but I forgot to pull down my underwear, so I just threw them after them for distraction, while I screamed and danced around the fire, shouting that the great American god should come down and throw the curse of words down on them. i wasn't sure if it worked or not, but I shit on the fireplace because I drank plum juice and medicinal laxatives before going to the forest to take revenge on the evildoers who tried to infiltrate my head and replace my brain. i made sure I took her clothes and used them to wipe my ass before running into the river to wash my ass more thoroughly to prevent the libertarian ticks from getting into me. i had to urinate again, so Johnny, my boy, helped me keep the bad guys at bay while I unleashed my flood from the bubble on their fire, before grabbing a drink from my backpack and dousing myself while shouting the codes from Lovecraft's books to curse the hitchhikers so that their heads would no longer be replaced. I ran out, having packed their tent and thrown it on the fire, which they wanted to get rid of, and ran as fast as my little bird could keep up with me. i found a dead animal and decided to rub my cock until there was pure white violence of sperm on the dirt and kicked the dead animal aside, because it was a trap of the artists of the aristocratic malefactors. i made it back to my house and hit Johnny for doing a good job without losing his gun over the hill, and everything is perfectly suited for the day.
GOD BLESS AMERICA!
The fuck did i just read?
TYFYS
(o_o)ゝ
Looks like schizoman is at it again.
This is fucking hilarious, just the mental image of normal campers getting jumped by a loony head that shits on them, pisses on them, strips them of their clothes and runs off like it was nothing.
Based schizoman
saved for future generations
>I'm in the screenshot
How do i achieve this power of schizophrenia?
Meth/Fent
Please take your meds for the love of god you sound like my ex.
I hope your not near me because you are a scary fucker
based schizo AI poster
You're a bit more coherent than you were a few years ago
Lots of creepy things itt, here’s a cool but wierd one.
I found an old hippie-van belonging to a beloved 60s rock band that made the soundtrack to my favorite docu series out inside a forest in the absolute middle of nowhere. No road leading there. There was a dilapidated shed/barn next to it that had basically completely rotted away.
They had toured the van all over Europe, if I was a bigger fan I’d be stoked, but just thought it was cool.
What band/docu?
>born on and have lived on an island in western Washington (Seattle morons go away)
>nearby small uninhabited island has a pre WWI era fort on it
>friend and I would borrow his dad’s little boat and row over there all the time
>technically trespassing but nobody cares and everyone would go there
>one night sleeping in the open in sleeping bags outside the fort on a big concrete slab by our fire
>wake up to something moving across our chests
>freak out and grab our lights
>it was a porcupine that was now just sitting next to a tree watching us
>go back to sleep
One time a different friend and I both saw a large tall hairy biped deep in the woods here (about every 10-15 years a bear swims over from the mainland so that’s what I always considered this was, still scared me to death) and a different time I was deep in a different woods here right before dusk and I swear I saw a huge bat like thing that was at least 4 feet tall and had a wingspan longer than I am tall. I was in a clearing and heard a rustling sound and looked up at this tree at the edge of the clearing and I swear this thing was hanging upside down flapping it’s wings before letting go and dropping from the tree while turning itself around and flying away. I hoofed it back to my truck as fast as I could. I have no rational explanation as to what this could be.
chaos are sweets that are supposed to be consumed by blood transfusion, by cutting open the head and pouring crushed sweets into the wound. However, this would lead to a high risk of replacing the head with the evils. be sure to eat it like chocolate and surprise yourself with mouthwash to stay alive and healthy. i make sure that I shower 6 times a day with mouthwash and dawn soap to prevent the animals from trying to approach me and the suHispanicious eyes do not linger in my head. you do not believe me, then it's too late for you, your mind has endured allergic reactions from seizures that crush your soul and make you high, but you have to keep shitting so that your stomach is not fat, but do you have a good day to do it right away, without protesting against your hair and your hair is a little more than a little more than anything else. be sure to cleanse your body, because mom loves you very much, and dad likes to drink in your honorific name. bitch this sun, because it's a lie, it's a fucking Kolob star, but chained by the evil Armstrong sun. GOD BLESS AMERICA, THE ONLY COUNTRY THAT EXISTS TRIPLE SIX FIVE ROUNDS BY CONTROLLING THE FIRE IN MY BONES YES, I'M BURNING THROUGH THE ROAD OF THE OUTER MOON wait, what THE HELL was that? you might be scared because you are going against the fact that the company responded to the challenge by removing my videos, and my account proves exactly the point I made in creating the challenge by removing my favorite characters in my head, except Johnny, he is a good friend and Birdy Space Diamond in his glory is your friend, you have to dig up the ground to find the secrets before the animals let you fuck, YES, I FEEL IT, GOD BLESS AMERICA!
My babysitters uncle/cousin/whatever was a park ranger at Yellowstone. He said he saw grey aliens going through his stuff when driving back to the cabin. He quit the job right then and there.
He should've raped them
should've blasted em
This isn't innawoods but i want to talk about it anyway.
One night while walking around a part of my town i am not familiar with at night (i don't remember the time but past midnight) i came across a flame standing on a sidewalk. It was at a cross roads, the crosswalk it was standing on was next to a field. There was no one around, it was deserted though across the street there were houses. I approached the lit flame curious thinking it's a candle or something but when it got to it i was surprised to find that it was just a flame standing on the concrete. There was no candle, there was no wick, there was no material or substance burning, there was nothing, just that candle sized flame on the ground. Confused i tried to put it out, first by blowing, then with my foot. Despite it not being that big it just refused to go out and kept burning on nothing, i got some card board litter that was on the road and tried to smother it with that and my foot and it set fire to the cardboard so i also was not imagining it. At about that time a service car from an internet provider came down one of the roads and passed by me and stopped. I got embarrassed and worried that they were gonna think i was trying to set a fire so i left.
So what the fuck was it? Why was there a flame silently burning on concrete late at night on some back roads? Why could it not be put out?
The whole experience creeped me out. I felt like i stumbled on some witchcraft shit.
Crossroads demon
Standing at a crossroads after midnight is a classic way to meet the devil. You just stomped on the prince of darkness. That, or a natural gas leak and someone lit it
>be me, like 13
>camping with friend
>at night we hear what sounds like a few dogs in a brutal fight with each other
>scared shitless
>goes on for a good hour and just keeps getting closer
>barking, growling, sounds of an all out animal battle
>suddenly the dogs and beasts or whatever crash into our tent
>we scramble to opposite side each time they crash into our tent
>get pummeled a few times under them
>kicking them off of us constantly
>tent semi collapses
>we are frwking the fuck out and think we're gonna die
>animal fight moves a bit away from us
>decide we gotta gtfo
>uncles truck is parked about 50 yards away
>when it seems they're in the opposite direction we leave the tent and sprint to the truck
>it's dark as fuck and we can barely see
>finally get to the truck and jump in the bed and lay down
>peak out with flashlights and can't see the fighting but hear it all around us
>hours go by and finally fighting stops
>stay in truck bed until sun comes up
>we see 2 dogs laying by the creek
>wait we know these dogs
>get our pellet guns from tent and go to creek
>one dog is fine, other has swollen face all fucked up from bites and scratches
>there's a damn armadillo in the creek
>lmao this is what caused that hellish ruckus?
>dog chewed off its tail
>throw big rocks at the dillo in effort to kill it
>rock hits, it rolls over
>beat up dog immediately jumps up and goes for the kill shot, biting it's head and shaking til it comes off
Fun times
A black bear licking my cum napkins out of the garbage
Racoons dogging squirrels
Grew up in middle of nowhere Oregon in the 90s. Sometime maybe senior year of high school I went camping with one of my brothers. Just an overnight thing, hike in one day leave the next morning. Summers are dry so we didn't bother with a tent. During the night I wake up, didn't know what time but I'd guess between midnight and 2. Peaceful, I'm just looking at the stars.
Across the starfield I see something moving. I can't see it; it's just a triangle of darkness blotting out the stars, moving across the sky. No lights, no sound. It was maybe the same size as my palm held at arms length, and it moved across the sky and was gone in 30 seconds or less. So either it was absolutely gigantic and moving incredibly fast, or more likely it was something small, low, and silent.
My best guess is someone flying some kind of ultralight human powered plane. I remember seeing news stories about people doing that kind of thing around that time in our area. But flying one at night, with no lights, in the middle of a forest?
Just a weird thing and I'll always wonder wtf it was.
Sounds like someone was hang gliding at night.
ultralights don't actually need anticollision lights per regulations in Part 103, but you're definitely not allowed to fly them more than half an hour after sunset, even if they do have lights installed. It could have been someone breaking the rules, but ultralights are usually pretty audible at any altitude that you could notice them at against the night sky. Could have been some sort of fixed wing drone, or maybe some locksneed turbo alien fucker 9000 death triangle codenamed "boulder truck" or some shit
Not sure but it's either the blue eyeshine thing or the black dog thing.
Armadillos fucking
San Carlos Apache reservation, near the black river. Saw all sorts of strange shit like skulls in trees higher than any normal person could reach, a flowery meadow filled with bones picked clean, stone circles deep innawoods, random rape shacks, strange sounds in the night.
>What's the weirdest thing you've seen while innawoods?
my own dick
I imagine that would be weird if you were a post op chud
Three white robed and hooded figures of different sizes, with pitch-black darkness where their faces should be, walking sideways hand in hand behind a tree, where they suddenly disappeared.
A mixed sound of static and voices, like someone randomly turning the knob on an analog radio and hopping through a dozen different channels, following me innawoods. With it was these really weird, oddly paced steps. Like a deer or moose carefully walking a single step at a time (a really common sound in the evenings around where I live), except somehow it kept pace with me as I tried to make my way the fuck out of there.
Couple of those times where every single sound in the forest suddenly disappears and this oppressive sense of being watched from somewhere sticks to you. No birds, no bugs, nothing. You go from fighting off insects, admiring critters and birdsong and hearing the sounds of life everywhere around you, to straining your ears but failing to hear absolutely anything.
the forest filled with old magic detects a fag
>Couple of those times where every single sound in the forest suddenly disappears and this oppressive sense of being watched from somewhere sticks to you. No birds, no bugs, nothing. You go from fighting off insects, admiring critters and birdsong and hearing the sounds of life everywhere around you, to straining your ears but failing to hear absolutely anything.
This happens when a particularly nasty predator is around.
this is what really strikes fear in me
>forest falls eerily silent
>you sense something dangerous nearby
I have the same fear in the same circumstances. I have to remind myself that I'm literally the top predator. Sometimes I even growl to assert my dominance like some kind of jaguar. My weakness is small shit like ants, snakes, etc
i saw a snake, i feared for my life.
now i never leave the house with out a 12 gauge shotgun
Crow eating (and humping) a dead pigeon.
This is actually an observed behavior in crows for some reason - mating dances, and sometimes outright attempts at copulation with bird (usually crow) corpses.
>Hiking in Mark Twain near Devils Elbow
>getting dark
>hear really deep drums in the deep
>get creeped out
>realize it's most definitely Bradleys at fort wood piping off 25mm
Buddy told me this happened in the same place I was hiking to aquantice of his and they all freaked the fuck out and split.
Not spooky but
>was camping farther south and east another night on the big piney
>about 10-11pm
>US army gets to bust'n 50 cal's and 25mm
>Be me
>on isolated park trail
>need to pee
>go off of park trail
>look both ways
>nobody for hundreds of yards both ways
>start to pee
>hear a crack in a bush right next to me
>start to cry as I try to stop peeing
>fail at stopping to pee and start peeing myself as I put my peepee back in my pants
>wet bulge in underwear gets caught in my fly which pinches my peepee as I am still peeing while I begin to run
>I am crying this entire time
>walk back sobbing to myself a mile back to my car
>drive home with pants soaked with pee
>still masturbate before changing into clean clothes (didn't shower)
>it was broad daylight
The woods can be really scary.
to cry as I try to stop peeing
>>fail at stopping to pee and start peeing myself as I put my peepee back in my pants
Clearly you weren't scared enough, I live in AZ and was taking a piss at my mom's once when I felt a wiggle under my foot, basically sucked the piss back inside me and jumped 6ft into the air to find a babby scorpion crawling out from the rug where my foot was. Was counting my lucky stars I didn't get stung
>missing the opportunity to self defense piss on the floor at the scorpion
First time I got spooked in the woods
>2013
>heading out to hike and camp part of the Chinook trail in southwest washington
>get to trailhead, park car, step out
>breath deep that mountain clear cut air
>there's one other truck by the trail head
>moron steps out
>pack up and leave
Haunted by beaner ghost
Are you the anon that posted the soundclip of Mariachi-music innawoods?
Yeah. It definitely takes the cake as weirdest thing I’ve seen in the woods.
Got the soundclip?
https://vocaroo.com/18TGIUMnEFTg
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I’m glad the sounds still up, it’s real faint so you have to listen hard. The links show up as dead to me, but if anyone’s interested I can post the greentext. It’s kind of long.
I'm about to spend a night or two alone innawoods for deer hunting season. Are there any good warding spells I can put around my tent?
>black magic
Consider Jesus instead so you don't get buttfucked by demons
The only real notable thing i can think of was sitting guard in a foxhole when I was out on a conscription exercise in some norwegian boreal forest clearing. I watched a red light bounce around in the trees some couple hundred meters ahead for what seemed like minutes before dissapearing, dumbfounded
Never found out if it was lack of sleep that had made me temporarily schizo or if "opposing force" was fucking with us, either way i was saved the embarassment of sounding the alarm over something that probably wasnt there
Not much of a story behind it, but I found this and a few other amateur-but-elaborate carvings in a small wood outside my town in Ireland, right by a suHispanicious looking pile of rocks that were either a campfire site or a grave marker. It was in a super weird spot that you're not going to wind up at easily (unless you're innawoods like I was), meaning it wasn't just some idly carved thing someone did for fun when chilling out outside their house.
I also, in a moment clarity, took a Naruto headband I bought in a weeby delirium, hiked to the most remote, hard to reach pocket of the next wood over, and tied it to a branch. I have never been able to find it again, but I really hope someone else did.
>be me, in da woods with 17 of my closest boys
>late at night, drinking and playing grab ass with each other (super gay)
>take a quick break to go piss
>6 of the boys join me and we all start pissing together
>hear someone walking toward our streams from within the woods
>figure it's just one of the boys being a silly goofball
>hear whoever it was croak "ni—nii—nig—er—moronr"
>wonder who it was as i realize the other 11 boys all joined us in pissing
>realize whoever was calling us a moron wasn't part of the crew
>the 17 of us start waddling toward the noise, getting piss everywhere
>hear loud shriek as it runs off
>go back to playing grab ass
>mfw i wake up the next day with monkeypox in my ass
A cat with a condom hanging out of his ass at PL-BY border. Given the amount of shitskins on the other side of the fence (and the lack of goats in the area) it shouldn't be so strange. What puzzled me was tha fact that they used a rubber.
Belarus?
More likely the cat ate the condom for some reason and was having trouble passing it. Any adult man besides an Indian who tried to buttfuck a cat would probably critically injure or kill it, if it didn't do for him first. Cats are twisty, slippery, and like most creatures don't appreciate randomly being buttfucked.
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Polish border patrol
>be me
>18
>doing historical reenactment in Russia
>planning a festival near the Polish border
>small funding from the local town's mayor's office, mostly in the form of lumber to build a fortress that we'd be sieging
>have to get there a few days early to construct the fucking thing
>drop off bags with the mayor's office, they'll drive them with the lumber to the location
>we have to walk on our own though
>full costume, nothing modern, everything true to local history around 1000AD
>armor, weapons. I've got a bow and a broadaxe that needs a new handle
>march through the woods early morning, very hungover
>immediately lost
>keep walking in "totally the right direction"
>forest goes quiet
>three figures in camo with long guns step silently from behind the trees and gawk at us
>we gawk at them
>eventually they contact the mayor(we only know his middle name or patronymic, Adolfovich)
Apparently we somehow bypassed the barbed wire. Or some local foragers removed it.
You wouldn't believe the kind of shit you see just walk out of the woods in places running right through the middle of those sorts of areas.
I work doing remote surveillance, and we have a few sites out in the woods up north.
You get a lot of what you'd expect, like bears, deer, and other normal woodland critters.
The really freaky shit rolls around when it goes dark at night and the IR lights kick on tho.
I remember watching a construction site way out innawoods in BC:
>3AM
>pulling night shift because it's comfy and the guys on night shift are cool dudes
>motion alert goes off for [location I won't disclose] on buddy's monitor
>guys are joking around while he checks the footage
>"Hey, I think we got some kind of crackhead out on the-"
>dude stares at the monitor looking all confused
>"Man, what the FUCK is this guy on?"
>pull up the cam on my system
>some lanky gollum looking freak with shredded clothes is spider-crawling his way across the thin strip of land they're building on
>call it in to onsite security
>the freaky bastard stares RIGHT at our camera for a few seconds before taking off into the woods
>on site never saw the guy
>didn't bother with the cops because he clearly didn't try to steal anything
>called the client and warned them that we'd seen the guy doing weird shit and told them to make sure the workers don't hang around alone out there
>nothing came of it after
And shit like this happens somewhat regularly too.
You don't know dread until you're in a room of guys that were seconds ago cracking jokes and laughing, only to have the room go silent as some skinwalker looking freak stares you all down from the other side of the country through a computer screen.
>Be inna pub drinking from 6ish to 1 ish
>head to my dads to sleep on his couch, he lives down the valley about an hour away on foot
>I walk up the side of the valley up the mountain because trails are quicker than the roads on foot.
>walking along side of mountain, full visibility of all the valley, no trees, just a nice grass floor
>tired
>lie down and go to sleep for less than 30 minutes.
>it was summer and warm, even at night so I wasn't being dumb
>wake up to snoring
>snoring sounds coming from right next to me.
>I am very wide awake and sobered the fuck up
>get torch out of pocket and look around
>full side of mountain is completely clear
>valley is normal
>just me, alone on the side of the mountain with something invisibile snoring right next to me.
>get up and walk to my dads
That was a very wierd experience. I've done that walk hundreds of times at all times of the day and night. Never experienced anything like that.
lol you woke yourself up snoring. No worry bro, I've done it myself as well.
That was your own snoring, dummy
>walking innapasture
>one section is kind of a U-shape, with trees separating it
>rounding the bend, hear very loud thrashing all of a sudden in the trees near me
>jump back
>mfw a doe got stuck on the fence trying to jump over it
Anyways, that's how I lost my virginity.
A Doe and its calf quite still under a tree sheltering from the rain. Rain bucketing down and I was moving uphill and into the wind jump into shelter in a hollow under a tree. We all stood there together until the raon stopped the calfs eyes wide as saucers staring at me. Rain stopped doe gave me a nod goodbye and they were gone. Magic.
samefag I've run into armed people and heavy shit but that's not really odd in that time and place, found a noose set and swining on a branch. In Europe in the deep woods in France you get these clearings with loads of childrens toys, some very old.They date to the revolution when Christian burials were dangerous so they made secret cemataries for children deep in the woods to bury them with prayers in secret. The french women still go and leave a toy and say a prayer at them, so the toys span 100 years or more. Just leave that alone. Seen places german planes were shot down but not much left, old marqis camps well overgrown and walked with boar in moonlight. Never seen anything supernatural but a few times got the fears up at night like my senses knew to be quiet like a mouse some primitive predator radar buried in us set off. I've seen forign hipply toyrist scum prancing around on full moon nights at old stone circles acting like cunts.What even counts as wierd these days though hey?
Reminds me of that video of a hailstorm in Turkey where a bunch of pedestrians were sheltering in a shop, then a bird walks up to the door obviously waiting to be let in, so they do.
I should have said, three russians holding hands of playing cards all quite dead not a mark on them. Very wierd.
RVTVRN TO SILENT HILL
This one was ok when you read just the bare minimum about it. Having corpses in a lake who know who you are is spooky enough.
When it got cringe and unbelievable was when it started saying shit like "WE WERE ALL THERE THE SUMMER OF 86 DON'T YOU REMEMBER? YES YOU DO YES YOU DO YES YOU DO YES YOU DO" or some such tripe
Any horror story that resorts to repetition/"crazy" ranting like that sucks me straight out of the immersion. Could have been a great story otherwise.
The automatic chess machine on the other hand, made me shit a brick, and I didn't even see the whole picture at the end.
I hate x posters, and fervently wish each and every one could get up close and personal with all the spooky shit their brains conjure up.
The weirdest thing I encountered was one bar of signal 30 minutes from the nearest place I could get service. Woo. I guess the notification ping made me jump a little.
A badger
>live near woods but still city slicker so never go there
>say fuck it and head out one night with a flashlight and unarmed because no predators
>after like an hour find a rotten house/shack
>decide to explore despite it being dilapidated and nobody knows where i am
>no lock on the door
>found some plants and a hand in a jar but nothing too weird
>see light through the window as i'm upstairs
>realize someone is coming
>can see their light and hear them kinda muttering
>for some reason i don't call out i just hide up there
>can barely see shit but i can make out some sort of military uniform, a gas mask and a rifle with a flashlight
>get scared and sit there as he searches the place and area
>eventually he leaves
not super weird i guess i tripped some redneck's alarm and he was growing weed or something and checked it out
oh and neck height metal wire fucking everywhere in one spot dunno wtf was up with that
>a hand in a jar
bro
1/2
>Was walking around a lake in the forest about ~5 km from where I lived, one of the largest suburbs of Finland (Herwood for my fellow finnfags)
>Just photographing, sometime in the afternoon so not spooky or anything
>Come across like 4 tiny cottages, at most 5x5 m2 single room sized things
>All in various stages of disrepair
>They were full of random stuff, magazines from the 50's etc. so they were old. This was back in 2013
>All had this little loft area with the tiny space under it that was all they were
>Just perusing through them, looking at the old shit which was in remarkably good condition considering it wasn't all that out of the way so others must have found them too
>They had lights, fridges, cables going between them so figured they must have had power at some point
>Inside one of them there is a thick steel cable coming from the roof and laying across the loft thing
>I figured no fucking way they would be getting electricity still
>Decide to test it and try to flick the light switch
>THE FUCKING ROOF LIGHT GOES ON
>wtf.jpg
>Could have easily accidentally brushed against the cable or just figured there would be no light and touched it while looking around
>This also meant that the cables going between the cottages from the roofs were also live
Pic related, the actual cottages. You can barely see the cable going from the corner of the roof.
I came back a while later and they were all burned to the ground. Could have been from the electricity, could have been someone from Herwood (it has a reputation for being a bit of a rough area) lit it on fire. Never saw anything about it on the news though.
This place was by no means a remote area, there was a proper modern cottage with a lake side pier and everything that was a rental just over a small ridge from them, under 100m away. I figured that they were probably on the same land as that and that's where the power came, but there was no above ground cable going to them to the lake. Could also be that the owners of the modern cottage just burned them down too during midsummer or something.
Another pic, I just realized that in this pic you can see what I think is one of the roof cables fallen down next to the doorway. Christ what a death trap that was in hindsight.
Just to set the time period, here's one photo of the magazines I found inside, Finland's photography magazine from 16.1.1960.
Are low voltage (I assume this is just 230V/3phase?) above-ground cables uninsulated in Binland? Not possible that its some kind of metal conduit with an insulated cable inside?
Nah it shouldn't happen. It's been 10 years and the pic ain't the best, but it does seem like it's insulated. But also these things were old. Plus, pretty sure that particular cable had broken off from somewhere so the end was on the ground, though that might be the non-live end.
The part that got me spooked to test the light was though uninsulated, frayed metal cable.
A wendigo ran across the road directly in front of my car when I was driving through the woods one night.
>inb4 "it was a dog, deer, or pi-"
No fuck you I know what I saw.
Wolf
Verification not required
>decide to check out ghost town
>town got moved a few miles, all that's left is bits of a mine
>mine has open shaft that goes 1000ft straight down
>decide to explore area, might do s.t.a.l.k.e.r. challenge there
>find some brittle sky blue rocks in a pile by a concrete foundation
>see mine car rails coming out of the dirt, all twisted
>lots of bricks and broken glass
>finally go back to steel tower over open shaft (designed by eiffel)
>feel drawn to open shaft
>keep getting closer and closer
>have to snap out of it and go back to car
Either I'm a retard or there's something off about that mine.
>In northern Nevada
>Drive my car up a trail on a mountain, scout ahead to not get stuck. ( Got stuck a bunch)
>Beautiful mountains and hills, no one around.
>Be merry drink beer and watch the stars, eventually head back into my car ( it's camry, you pull the seats forward and you can put a air mattress there). Pass out.
>0200 my car violently shakes from the back side.
> SHAKE'S AGAIN, same spot. Even more.
>Pull my glock 26 and swing the back seat door open, and shine my bright flashlight.
>It's a fucking monster, tall on four legs. Long face big eyes. Pushing my car.
> freak out, with my flash light I see FUCKING Thirty horses just surrounding my car. With the leader just staring at me making happy noises.
> I realize these guys are just curious wild horses. Tell leader who pushed my car to go away.
>Leader horse tips his head down, gives a sad look and starts walking away.
>Go back to bed
Cute. You should've given him an apple or something.
What about the reverse, have you ever been the weird thing in the woods? There must be some autist who likes hiding in trees and making weird noises at campers in the middle of the night.
Yes, I am and have been the weird autist problem. Yes, I am aware I am cringe and a LARPer. If it's worth anything I was in the army and am still fit.
uni club end of year camping trip. Have homemade gillie suit and homemade digital night vision. I got tired of people being annoying and drunk so I climbed a tree about 3 meters and just listened to music through my $60 earpro. People start going to bed, a drunk dude walks up to my tree and starts pissing. When he's done I say "take care, man" and he freaks out.
Also on this camp in the early evening I crawled through the grass to sneak up on them, wearing full Camo face paint and previously mentioned ghillie
In the end I was banned from that club, not for any of the stuff above, but because I kept calling things retarded. The final straw was when I intentionally called the club execs retarded for being upset by the word retard.
Also i make a bunch of caches and hide them around trails and campsites that I use, usually they just contain spare camping stuff I've replaced like survival supplies
I've set up animal traps and booby traps for practice innawoods to see if they could work; another group of German hikers saw and thought I was nuts. They actually ended up staying the night there as I have immediate family in Germany and speak it as well as they spoke English. We got drunk and compared basic training experiences. They still understandably thought I was insane for obvious reasons.
>The final straw was when I intentionally called the club execs retarded for being upset by the word retard.
Based, hopefully their children were born retards.
You have the spirit of old-PrepHole in you, godspeed
MON-50 dunno. Spent a lot of time in my previous career with frens. Durring one opperation I've seen dead soldiers. Nothing special here anyways.
This didn't happen to me but my great-grandfather was from Ukraine and was an officer in the Red Army during WWII. In 1947, he took his unit out on patrol in the Pripet Marshes in the border area between Belarus and Ukraine (the UPA and some German deserters were still active at the time), they ran into a gnomish man and woman who had been living in total seclusion with two small kids (both of whom had been born in the swamp) and had no idea that the war had ended and Nazi Germany defeated two years earlier. They had been living in hiding since the SS and some local collaborators massacred the garden gnomes in their village at the start of the invasion, and had started avoiding other people altogether after their first kid was born. Neither of them looked older than 20 and he estimated that they had had been just teenagers when they had fled into the forest six years earlier. He escorted them back to barracks and kept them there under guard for several days until he bought them train tickets to Kyiv and told them to go start new lives there.
Right up until he died, he said that gave him more nightmares than the combat ever did.
Some kind of wannabe pagan shrine with tons of animal bones and stick ornaments woven together. Some True Detective/Blair Witch occult shit. Was at a national park, albeit not on any trail or campsite. I assumed it was just made for the purpose of weirding people out.
When I first got night vision I was at a farm at night and I saw a dead kangaroo being eaten by so many things at once it looked like it was moving from a distance, still probably one of the most nightmare fuel things I've seen. Just a moving silouette of cat/fox growls, squeaks and ripping noises as the semi stiff limbs waved around.
Another hiking story, again with night vision. Found an angled, metre wide hole in the ground near someone's property bordering a national park. Curlew birdcall coming from hole following by hissing sounds. Again a logical explanation when I figured out it was some kind of manmade hole with a leaking pipe that a curlew was chilling out at the other end of.