I was going to write a big long story but I don't have the time right now so this is a condensed version of my hopefully once in a lifetime creepy backcountry experience.
So I was packed in the Gila wilderness a few miles on a solo elk hunt, this was an area that you had to pack water in so it was not a friendly place. On the 11th day of the hunt I was approaching my Sawtooth tipi at the end of the day and right before dark. As I neared the tipi I noticed that it looked like the door was opened up, my first thought was that a bear ripped it open because there are plenty of them in this area. The hair on my neck immediately stood up, I had no side arm so I grabbed an arrow out of my quiver and continued towards my tipi, to my surprise the door was not ripped open but just unzipped, I was thinking WTF! so now I am about 20ft from the tipi and the evening light had about 5 to 10 minutes left until dark. As I am looking into the tipi I see movement.......then some person sits up inside........again I was like WTF!! at that point I yelled who the F are you and WTF are you doing in my tipi and WTF are you doing in my sleeping bag!! he replies I wasn't in your bag I was just laying down on top, I got lost and I thought the owner left it out here and went to town. So he starts to come out of the tipi and as he did I was pointing my arrow at him, I said put your hands where I can see them which he did. This guy looked wicked crazy!! long scraggy black hair, big yellow teeth and blood all over his clothes, he was also muttering over and over I didn't do what they said I did.........................
Lol just kidding, he looked like a 6ft tall 55 year old balding white guy wearing glasses, dressed in street clothes, sneakers, no backpack, no jacket, no gear at all. He said he was with his friends who had killed an elk earlier that day and he got separated. I fired off a few questions trying to make heads or tails of his story but it went in a couple directions and didn't make much sense, something was not right. As I was questioning him he just started walking away, I am like hey you can't go without a light, I have a spare light and you can just put it at the junction of the main road and I'll find it but the dude just kept walking away. Now this place is a rocky SOB and the nights at the time were super dark until about 2am, a person would not do well trying to walk around without a light.
So the dude started walking away and wouldn't take any help, at that point I thought oh shit check your gear. I quickly go in the tipi and notice that all my stuff had been moved from where I had placed them and then I see that my dinner water was gone and the F'er wasn't on top of my sleeping bag he was in the darn thing!! I ran out of the tipi and shouted some things towards his direction, I was basically out of water and not happy about him drinking my last water for dinner, I know he probably needed it but I needed it as well, I had just covered a bunch of miles that day plus I had been out there busting my ass for 11 days.
To rap this story up, I cleaned my gear the best I could because just the thought of someone in my bag bothered me very much, I had some wet wipes and paper towels but even after that I still felt violated. Now this guy was out there in the darkness and probably wasn't very far away so I left my light on inside the tipi then sat about 20 yds away just watching and listening for about an hour incase he came back, I didn't get much rest that night.