Creepy experiences in the backcountry

[RockAndSage]

I wasn't born and raised in Southern Appalachia, more like an hour away, but we moved to the Western NC mountains about 8 or so years ago. I've heard all of the old wives tales, don't stare into the woods at night, don't whistle outside at night, if you hear someone calling for you in the woods don't go, etc. I also live in an old house, built in 1887 and originally a Methodist Church until 1920. The previous owners had some experiences, my son has said he had an experience in the past when he was around 8 (felt like someone under his bed kicking up at his mattress when he was sleeping). I have personally not had anything that creeped me out here (only paranormal experience I've had, I posted it a long ways back in this thread).

Anyways, two nights ago my son had to go for a run. Long story short, he skipped out on some conditioning at his middle school baseball practice and he had two options to rectify the situation (I'm one of the coaches). Basically teaching accountability. 1) call the head coach, tell him what he skipped, accept any punishment he doles out. 2) he has to run for me at home, and it's going to be worse than the running he skipped on. He chose #2.

I told him he will have to run about 90 minutes, and we'll finish up with some sprints in the yard after that. He started running around 7ish, the sun was still out. My wife is worried about him running in the road at dark, so she decides she's going to go follow him in the car. We live in a rural area, but there are houses around, honestly the only thing that worried me is a domestic dog going after him, it's a safe area with hardly any traffic. Up the road from our house is a development that was started but never finished. It has a gravel road, a few street lights, they keep it mowed, a couple lots just hit the market, but the entire time we've lived here no houses were ever built (I use it to dump guts after I clean animals and go for walks). I wouldn't have sent him up there in the dark solo, he'd get freaked out and I wouldn't blame him. Since my wife was following him, I told her to make him run halfway up into the development (goes up hill), turn around and come home, and he'll be done with that part. He gets back with my wife following him, runs his sprints, and he's all done. He did great.

I'm in the kitchen talking with my son and wife after, and she tells him to tell me what happened. He said when he was running up that neighborhood he heard something whistle at him and clear as day say his name twice. My wife said she never whistled, never called his name, and was just following behind him. He's not the kind of kid that would make something like that up. He seemed pretty chill about it ... I got the heebeejeebees just thinking about his story when I was putting the dogs up later that night.

Did the whistle and/or how the name was called out sound like anyone he'd heard before? As in, how either of you call out to him when outside?

 

[Sandhills]

Heard a story from the coast once. Bunch of guys had the bright idea of chasing bigfoot with hounds on the Hoopa (I think) reservation. The bigfoot hunters were sitting off the shoulder of the road having lunch or discussing about where they were gonna go look next when a guy pulled up and said a bigfoot crossed the highway in front of em about 5 minutes before. They beat feet up there, dumped the tailgate, and away them hounds went baying every breath. All of a sudden the dogs got quite and the group made their way up the hill. What ever them dogs were chasing grabbed em and skinned em like you would a rabbit. And that story is pretty similar to the Fouke Monster stories in Arkansas.

Could be 100 percent BS but I can say that I've seen hounds come out of the dog box screaming down the draw and then about the time you get back in the truck the dogs are standing in the road, tails between their legs.

 

[AK Troutbum]

Heard a story from the coast once. Bunch of guys had the bright idea of chasing bigfoot with hounds on the Hoopa (I think) reservation. The bigfoot hunters were sitting off the shoulder of the road having lunch or discussing about where they were gonna go look next when a guy pulled up and said a bigfoot crossed the highway in front of em about 5 minutes before. They beat feet up there, dumped the tailgate, and away them hounds went baying every breath. All of a sudden the dogs got quite and the group made their way up the hill. What ever them dogs were chasing grabbed em and skinned em like you would a rabbit. And that story is pretty similar to the Fouke Monster stories in Arkansas.

Could be 100 percent BS but I can say that I've seen hounds come out of the dog box screaming down the draw and then about the time you get back in the truck the dogs are standing in the road, tails between their legs.

Me and a buddy of mine went to our favorite camping spot on the Hoopa Indian reservation (called it, the Gorge), on the Trinity River near Weitchpec. This was back in the late 80’s and we went there a lot to steelhead fish. After about an hour or so into this venture, we started hearing gun fire and bullets wheezing by our heads. We quickly decided to get the hell out of there and drove out with our headlights off, pretty much by braille. Nothing to do with creepy, unexplained experiences in the backcountry, but it was still unnerving, and I’ve held a grudge towards those Indians ever since.


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[Sandhills]

Me and a buddy of mine went to our favorite camping spot on the Hoopa Indian reservation (called it, the Gorge), on the Trinity River near Weitchpec. This was back in the late 80’s and we went there a lot to steelhead fish. After about an hour or so into this venture, we started hearing gun fire and bullets wheezing by our heads. We quickly decided to get the hell out of there and drove out with our headlights off, pretty much by braille. Nothing to do with creepy, unexplained experiences in the backcountry, but it was still unnerving, and I’ve held a grudge towards those Indians ever since.

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I never did go over there but I've heard horror stories.

I tend to mind my P's and Q's around Indian reservations after spending my childhood growing up around the Ouray ute, Pyramid lake Paiutes, Maidus and Duck Lake and McDermitt Shoshone and the Souix in my adult years

 

[eddielasvegas]

Me and a buddy of mine went to our favorite camping spot on the Hoopa Indian reservation (called it, the Gorge), on the Trinity River near Weitchpec. This was back in the late 80’s and we went there a lot to steelhead fish. After about an hour or so into this venture, we started hearing gun fire and bullets wheezing by our heads. We quickly decided to get the hell out of there and drove out with our headlights off, pretty much by braille. Nothing to do with creepy, unexplained experiences in the backcountry, but it was still unnerving, and I’ve held a grudge towards those Indians ever since.


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And remember for those reading this thread that it's their laws on a rez. As an American in the USA and on a rez, your great Constitution, and the rights afforded you under itt, do not exist on a rez.



Eddie