Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[AlabamaMountainMan]

Had been going to the same fishing spot for most of my youth life with my dad. Just a spot on the river where you can park by a bridge and walk down to the sandbars. Nothing special, but fishing was good most of the time and no one was ever there. Dad worked nights, and I have never slept well in my life so we often were out late at night on weekends. Waffle house at 2:00 am, fishing at midnight, etc. Pulled up to the usual parking spot one night and found a pentagram with candles in the tips (not lit). The pentagram was some kind of white-ish powder. Don't remember any other objects being in there and there was no one else parked there. I told dad there no chance I was staying so we left. My soul belongs to God, but I am not going to go looking for trouble.

With all that said, the most scared I have ever been in the woods was one of the first hunts I went on by myself on my grandfathers property. Walking back in the dark, no light, probably 14 years old and deer started blowing at me and crashing through the woods. I had never heard a deer blow before so it really startled me. I've never ran back to my house so fast.

 

[judders87]

Not knowing there was an aurora borealis occurring while in New Mexico led us to believe briefly that aliens were real and coming for us.

 

[IronNoggin]

Many years ago (like decades) I was engaged as a Guide for Churchill River Canoeing Expeditions in Northern Saskatchewan. As were a decent handful of my Buddies.

Between trips, three of us set off to establish a new route into areas we had not been offering to date. Assessing and marking good navigable water and portage routes.
Three days in, we camped after having drug our large freighter up onto the beach.

Set up our tent and were sitting around the fire after dinner.
Suddenly the fellow next to me let out a loud GASP and his eyes literally bulged.
I looked in the direction he was staring at, and felt a cold chill come over me instantly.
There, framed in the moonlight on the short trail to the beach stood a long haired & bearded fellow dressed in fringed buckskins, high top moccasins and packing an ancient muzzle-loader. A powder horn hung from one shoulder, and his belt sported a beaded large knife sheath.

Our third companion let out a loud WTF when he turned and saw the same.

My rifle was leaned against a tree shortly behind me.
I rolled to it and quickly snatched it up.
The fellow stood there and stared at us, but for some reason I no longer felt threatened.
Then he simply turned and strolled quickly away.

We went in short pursuit, yelling for him to communicate with us.
He did not.

The next morning we investigated where he had stood, and the direction he had left in.
There were no tracks.
All three of us were experienced hunters, but could find no sign of him.

To this day I wonder what or who it was we ran into.
We had no booze whatsoever, no drugs, and nothing that could have potentially caused all three of us to witness the exact same apparition.

Took a hell of a long time before any of would talk about this outside of the three of us.

I will always wonder...

Cheers

 

[Gen273]

Many years ago (like decades), I was engaged as a Guide for Churchill River Canoeing Expeditions in Northern Saskatchewan. As were a decent handful of my Buddies.

Between trips, three of us set off to establish a new route into areas we had not been offering to date. Assessing and marking good navigable water and portage routes.
Three days in, we camped after having drug our large freighter up onto the beach.

Set up our tent and were sitting around the fire after dinner.
Suddenly the fellow next to me let out a loud GASP and his eyes literally bulged.
I looked in the direction he was staring at, and felt a cold chill come over me instantly.
There, framed in the moonlight on the short trail to the beach stood a long haired & bearded fellow dressed in fringed buckskins, high top moccasins and packing an ancient muzzle-loader. A powder horn hung from one shoulder, and his belt sported a beaded large knife sheath.

Our third companion let out a loud WTF when he turned and saw the same.

My rifle was leaned against a tree shortly behind me.
I rolled to it and quickly snatched it up.
The fellow stood there and stared at us, but for some reason I no longer felt threatened.
Then he simply turned and strolled quickly away.

We went in short pursuit, yelling for him to communicate with us.
He did not.

The next morning we investigated where he had stood, and the direction he had left in.
There were no tracks.
All three of us were experienced hunters, but could find no sign of him.

To this day I wonder what or who it was we ran into.
We had no booze whatsoever, no drugs, and nothing that could have potentially caused all three of us to witness the exact same apparition.

Took a hell of a long time before any of would talk about this outside of the three of us.

I will always wonder...

Cheers

That's an awesome story! How long do you think the encounter lasted? And you saw him walk away, not just disappear, correct?

 

[IronNoggin]

That's an awesome story! How long do you think the encounter lasted? And you saw him walk away, not just disappear, correct?

Lasted perhaps 8 to 10 minutes - a stare-down of sorts.

And yes, he strode quickly away down the short trail and onto the beach.
Never did see him again after he hit the beach, but had brush between us at that point.

 

[Gen273]

Lasted perhaps 8 to 10 minutes - a stare-down of sorts.

And yes, he strode quickly away down the short trail and onto the beach.
Never did see him again after he hit the beach, but had brush between us at that point.

Wow, very intriguing. So you think he was real, and not an apparition of some sort? Btw, thanks for sharing your story.