What's the scariest/creepiest/spookiest thing to happen to U

[Mike C.]

Okay... this is probably more spiritual than spooky... but it did FREAK ME OUT !!!!

Just before my ex and I became separated, I came downstairs and like usual he left the front section of the newspaper spread out on the kitchen table. Nothing unusual about that, he always got up for work first, he would read the paper and fix coffee and leave the front section there, and take the back part with the crossword.

I came down that morning and found the newspaper there...not the front page part but the Life / Metro seciont. I then noticed that an article on the front page of the Life section had been totally circled , or rather ya know ... in ball point blue pen .. the article was circled around the edges of the paragraph.

I started reading to see what the article was... it was more of a moral issue about guilt and confession and well .. etc.... and I thought " why does he want me to read this????" I started going upstairs, looking thru drawers and such, trying to figure out what he was intending to tell me. I even made myself late for work, freaking out about it . it was just weird.

Even weirder when I asked him later why he circled that article... he said he didn't , he didn't even know what article I was talking about . Didn't recall reading it and said he had not drawn or circled anything in the paper that morning.

Ok...I honestly believe it was a Holy Spirit thing... that's all I can say about it.

Oh weird Julie . Now that's what I was talking about.

That's spooky !!!!!

[caseydog]

April 3, 1974.

I lived in a little town west of Cincinnati. Just after supper, a terrible storm rolled in, with a pounding hail storm. After the hail and rain stopped, we went outside to see the hail, which was golfball to baseball sized. All the neighbors were out, too, doing the same.

It was eerily silent and still. Suddenly, we heard someone up nearby yell "tornado." We looked up, and saw a funnel cloud. Then, another one next to it. Then, we saw a third one.

We ran to the basement, and I looked out a small basement window, and saw a tornado touch down. I told my mom it was coming this way -- she lost it. Total melt down.

We his under the pool table until it passed, then ran up and watched it as it moved away. Since we lived on a high spot for the area, could see it going through another neighborhood. Houses seemed to explode as it got close.

Then, we looked around. Our house had very minor damage. Same with the house next door, and across the street. As I looked further, I saw a house with no roof. It took a little time for my brain to comprehend that beyond that, all the houses were gone. Other people experienced the same thing -- their minds did not immediately comprehend what their eyes were seeing.

It began at the Ohio River, went through the town of Saylor Park as an F5. It was about an F2 to F3 by the time it got to Mack (where I lived). Then it dissapated. As I recall, there was only one death near my neighborhood, and about 400 homes gone. Saylor Park was hammered a lot worse.

http://www.shorstmeyer.com/tornadoes/1974.html

That tornado was one of 148 in one day, called the Great Tornado Outbreak of 1974.

http://www.april31974.com/

CD

[cccamper]

OK!

Around 1990 or so I kept waking up at night and hearing music. It was so faint I couldn't tell which neighbor it was coming from. It went on for a couple months so finally started walking around the house at night trying to tell where it was coming from.

One night it seemed to come from a clock radio in the living room. As I walked over the music got louder and louder - which seemed impossible with the turn dial. Robert and my son and I were up then and laughed and laughed. OK. that's that.

A week or two later I woke up from several very bright flashes. Robert and I both jumped up and went into my sons room. His old IBM PC (from my dad) was coming on and off, the screen fully white so it light up brightly.

Then it seemed the printer was ready to print so my son (about 10) shoved in some paper "Let's see what he wants to say!", he laughed.

Well, the printer did not print. We all went back to bed, amused at how our "guest" was playing around.

Then we found out the son of the original owner of the house had shot himself, fatally, in the driveway.

So we prayed for the soul of the poor guy, and he went away. I believe because someone finally prayed for his soul.

We haven't had anymore company other than one. My great uncle was a terrific old bachelor farmer, from SD like everyone else. He was like our grandfather. He also had a very quiet, dry but healthy sense of humor.

One night the digital alarm clock we got from him started going on. Did it a couple times that night. In the morning we learned that he had passed away during the night. It was expected, but he still stopped by to tease us. It was funny and great.


One thing I've learned recently is that when in the face of evil or a spirit it's important not to be afraid. We never even felt afraid. If we had it could be a better "scarey" story.

[kajamelu4]

My brother-in-law died this last April. We now have guardianship of the 3 year old grandson he was raising. On July 1st of this year, we went to a firework stand just a few miles from our home. Everyone went on out to the car, except for me. I stayed behind and chatted with some friends for just a minute. When I walked out of the door, there was a man walking past on the road. (Kinda odd, since the nearest town is about 4 miles down the road.) That man looked JUST like my brother-in-law. Even walked like him. Gave me quite a jolt. The next morning, our little guy told me that he had talked to Grandpa during the night. After that, he seemed to be more settled living here with us, and didn't talk about going home to Grandpa's house as much.

[dreadcptflint]

Well, I do have a few ghost stories. The freakiest one happened when I was staying at a now nearby bed and breakfast. It is a neat place and the first night we stayed in a refurbished caboose. We couldn't stay a second night there because it was rented out and we were having a good time. We decided to stay in the main house.

We had a long day of antiqueing and enjoying the local scenery. It was an old house and so I thought nothing of the creeking in the falll night. I ended up waking up in wee hours of the morning to a black figure with read eyes crouched in the corner holding a knife. When I turned on the light there was nothing there. In about three minutes we were packed and on the three hour trip home.

[mandy]

It was a Sunday and the days message was about Angels and how they sometimes show themselves to people on earth.
After church we went to dinner at a KFC. As my Mom and Sister were ordering our meals a scruffy looking Bum came up to the counter and asked for a cup of hot water. He sat down and started opening catsup packets and dumped it into the water. After seeing this my Mom felt bad for him and bought him a meal. He smilled wide and said "God Bless You and Keep You Ma'am." He grabbed the box of food and ate.
As we were leaving he got up and ran out the door just seconds before us. When we got outside he was nowhere to seen. We drove around the area several times looking for the guy but didn't see him anywhere. We figured we just entertained and Angel and left it at that.

Mandy

[Mini Renegade]

Am sitting here in a dusky room, all on my own scared witless!

Thinking back the scariest moments for me would have to have been on a holiday in Venice, the wife was heavily pregnant and started with what we thought was a miscarriage, we drove from northern Italy to northern Germany where we lived to see our english doctor, took us 18 hours and we only slowed below 140mph once, for fuel.


The other incidence was 2 days after said baby was born, we visited Bergen-Belsen the concentration camp where Anne Frank as well as many thousands died. It was only a 10 minute drive from our home.
We went into the visitors centre and watched a documuntary about the history. We then walked through the museum and out into the clearing that was the camp. There is only monuments and mass graves there now.
The thingthat freaked me out ( and that isn`t easy) is the birds, there isn`t any, no animals and no sound, We stood staring at a grave with over 2000 people buried in it, holding back the tears. We turned around and saw...... nothing just a thick fog/mist that had suddenly appeared and enveloped the whole place and it came cold. I freaked and with a 2 day old baby in a pram sprinted out of the place.

[dmckruit]

Quagmire tells a campfire story:

http://www.hulu.com/watch/11465/family-guy-quagmires-scary-story

[dmb90260]

MSN is shutting done their free groups lists. A couple very nice vintage trailer sites will be going away in Feb. 09.
I was searching them today for some information and ran across some eerie trailer tales that may need re-telling. (these are not my stores so don't ask, I know nothing. I do not believe the original authors mind sharing them.)

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Hello, fellow vintage trailer fans. Halloween is coming, and I think Im going to take a break from the informative vintage trailer postings and tell a true story that happened to me with my last vintage trailer. As the majority of you may know, I am 16 years old. Perhaps you have seen this trailer for sale on TCT. Actually, I sold it to a family who chose to leave it at our campgrounds. After camping in it with my family and friends for nearly two years, we have really worked up and put together a pretty complete story to verify that there was always somebody else in that trailer with us...someone we just couldnt see.

The trailer here is a 1957 Continental park model trailer, 35 feet in length. I bought the trailer in April of 05 from a man who had it sitting in a field adjacent to his home, partially remodeled (but still with its original birch walls and cabinetry in tact). I would say it had been owned by a carpenter or fine woodworker, because alot of components (screen door, countertops, windowsills) appeared to be home made but professionally done so. I basically bought it for the same reason I would any other trailer, just to save. I decided to use it at our campgrounds as a hangout for us kids. It had new countertops and carpet, but like I said, it wasnt totally finished off. A few nights at our house for cleaning, and it was off to the campsite. It would be another two months of repairs before summer kicked in, and we (me, my brothers, and a friend named Alex) moved in for the summer. At first, things were just like any other camper. Its large size always accomodated extra friends, and its nice birch interior with modern touches always made it a nice place to stay. It would be about another few weeks of staying in this trailer before things would start to make us wonder...

I was never supersticios. I did believe in the afterlife, but never on a large scale. Sure weve all had wierd things happen to us over our lives, but at my age, not much to convince me...yet. It was a pretty quiet night, during the week when the campgrounds was pretty empty. I went into the back bedroom to sleep. My brothers and Alex all slept in the front room of the trailer (livingroom). They must have fallen asleep before me, and I just couldnt join them. I started to doze off, but would be waken up by strange lights outside of the windows. Too bright for fireflys, I thought. It seemed as if every time one would shine in a window, id look, and the window behind me would light up. I tried convincing myself that it was fireflys and tried to fall asleep. What happened next got me out of that trailer pretty quick. I heard what I thought was my brothers whispering outside my door. I said "what" and nobody answered. Then I heard it getting louder. It sounded like two men talking to each other, arguing possibly. I could make out "you did it" and "you made me". That was all I needed to hear before leaving the trailer, taking a walk to clear my mind, and going back to sleep in the livingroom with everyone else.

Another few nights would go by, and I tried my best to forget about things. The trailer just kept giving me an uneasy feeling. I honestly was not (and still am not) scared of anything out there, but something just gave off a negative energy. Simple things made me cringe. Looking into the back room, opening cabinets, etc. Life went on like that for a while, and aside from wierd creaks and shaking of the trailer on a pretty regular basis, nothing startled anyone...

Fastforward a year. Its summer of 06. The trailer has been moved to another campsite. Perfectly leveled on cement blocks. Guests stay with me now more than ever. Averaging 3-5 per night on weekends, not including my brothers and Alex. This was when the stories started pouring into me. I would hear it all the next day around the fire "so who was walking around last night?" or "were you rocking the trailer trying to scare us?" Id hear it almost every day. Then one deserted wednesday night, my youngest brother and I had the place to ourselves. I woke in the middle of the night to my floor outside the bedroom door (pocket door) creaking. I yelled out "Warren is that you?" only to get no answer. I opened the door only to see warren alseep on the front couch. "Were you just walking around?" I asked. He complained that I had just woke him, and told me to leave him alone. I went back to lay down. Another 10 minutes, the floor is creaking again. Same deal. Opened the door to find him asleep on the couch. What happened next still gives me chills. I finally dozed off, just to wake to hear the sound of footsteps popping on the aluminum roof. I listened for about 5 minutes. I lay back down to try to ignore it. Next thing I know, all three bedroom windows light up like its daylight outside, and its out in about a second. Brighter than any car light I have ever seen. I could see every nook and cranny in the room which was pitch black a mere half a second earlier. I ran out of the room and woke Warren, who told me he saw the same thing. He said "a big flash came from the back of the trailer to the front." A night of investigating around the campsite and empty campgrounds would turn up nothing.

The strangeness presses on. My friend Jeff tells me one morning that someone was standing over his bed in the middle of the night. He thought they whispered his name. He later expressed his discomfort staying in the trailer. I wake many nights to hear strange whispers and other noises. I awake from strange dreams which I had never experienced anything like. Dreams of creatures coming after me in the camper. Dreams of just sitting in the bedroom with such a terrified feeling that something was coming.

Its spring of 07, and I decide for financial reasons to sell my trailer and move into another. I first listed it for sale on TCT, but with no luck, ended up selling it to a family on the popular craigslist website. They move in, and all is normal for them...for a few weeks or so.

Sitting around the fire, they tell me stories, which related to my experiences in the trailer. I had never told them any of my stories, but decided to share a few with them. They told me a story where he (We'll call him "Jim") woke from a strange dream where small creatures were crawling on him, to someone standing over his bed clearly calling his name. He woke his wife and told her. Combined with my stories, they were pretty curious. Their eldest son then did something I always wanted to do...he bought a ouija board.

I was not there for their seance', but was told that the ouija board did make contact with a man named "Chris B" who said "I live in the trailer, sleep in the back room, and wont be leaving." He also supposedly talked of how he was a kind spirit, who indeed died in the trailer (remember, these things were commonly used as homes back then). The next day, the family dog (which always surprised me with how calm she was) went nuts, and started tearing at the screen door (which had been replaced by the previous owners). She didnt seem to have escape attentions, but simply to tear a piece of wood trim off of the bottom of the door. I was shown this by the owners of the camper. On the back side, in pencil, are the initials "CB"

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From: MSN NicknameWilly3486 Sent: 10/21/2007 7:24 PM
I am glad to see there is young person at 16 years of age interested in older things. Most people are spoiled and just want new things then trouw them away when they get bored. I an not saying yay or nay about hauntings. But here is my experence with my Aristocrat. It was owned by a elderly couple who lived there in it until they died. I have not seen stuff but we have smelled a perfume or flowery smell in it we can't explain. Like a older ladies perfume. My wife and child was in it once and the bathroom door opened then shut itself. It has a door know like a storm door. You have to turn the door hande to get it open.They saw it turn. We have a house we built about 10 years ago. But we have odd stuff to happen. We have a lot of old antiques raging from victorian furniture to jukeboxes of the 30s and 40s. We have odd stuff happen in the house all the time. From hearing "people talking" and not being able to make it out. One time this boy who was dating my daughter asked who was that lady that went across the hall. He described her wearing a victorian dress. He sw a charcoal drawing later and said it was the lady he saw. It was a drawing of my wifes relataive drawn in the 1880s. So stange stuff happens. I wonder what kinds of things will happen in my scotty when I get it done. From: MSN NicknameWilly3486 Sent: 10/21/2007 7:24 PM
I am glad to see there is young person at 16 years of age interested in older things. Most people are spoiled and just want new things then trouw them away when they get bored. I an not saying yay or nay about hauntings. But here is my experence with my Aristocrat. It was owned by a elderly couple who lived there in it until they died. I have not seen stuff but we have smelled a perfume or flowery smell in it we can't explain. Like a older ladies perfume. My wife and child was in it once and the bathroom door opened then shut itself. It has a door know like a storm door. You have to turn the door hande to get it open.They saw it turn. We have a house we built about 10 years ago. But we have odd stuff to happen. We have a lot of old antiques raging from victorian furniture to jukeboxes of the 30s and 40s. We have odd stuff happen in the house all the time. From hearing "people talking" and not being able to make it out. One time this boy who was dating my daughter asked who was that lady that went across the hall. He described her wearing a victorian dress. He sw a charcoal drawing later and said it was the lady he saw. It was a drawing of my wifes relataive drawn in the 1880s. So stange stuff happens. I wonder what kinds of things will happen in my scotty when I get it done. From: MSN NicknameWilly3486 Sent: 10/21/2007 7:24 PM
I am glad to see there is young person at 16 years of age interested in older things. Most people are spoiled and just want new things then trouw them away when they get bored. I an not saying yay or nay about hauntings. But here is my experence with my Aristocrat. It was owned by a elderly couple who lived there in it until they died. I have not seen stuff but we have smelled a perfume or flowery smell in it we can't explain. Like a older ladies perfume. My wife and child was in it once and the bathroom door opened then shut itself. It has a door know like a storm door. You have to turn the door hande to get it open.They saw it turn. We have a house we built about 10 years ago. But we have odd stuff to happen. We have a lot of old antiques raging from victorian furniture to jukeboxes of the 30s and 40s. We have odd stuff happen in the house all the time. From hearing "people talking" and not being able to make it out. One time this boy who was dating my daughter asked who was that lady that went across the hall. He described her wearing a victorian dress. He sw a charcoal drawing later and said it was the lady he saw. It was a drawing of my wifes relataive drawn in the 1880s. So stange stuff happens. I wonder what kinds of things will happen in my scotty when I get it done.

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From: MSN Nicknamevikx1 Sent: 10/21/2007 10:47 PM
This isn't about one of my trailers, but a house I bought to save. It wasn't real old-1972-but a lady had bought it new, loved it and died many years later in it. The house was a mess, having been inhabited by druggies sneaking in when it was closed. I thought it was basically sound; just needed cleaning and lots of repairs.

Anyway, Maryann, that's the lady's name, seemed to be there all the time. I felt someone watching me when I rebuilt the bathroom floor. She was also with me crawling thru the attic fixing the wiring. So much junk in that house-took 2 huge dumpsters to get rid of it. There was good stuff, too. Nuts and bolts, pieces of material, little lights, paneling, tons of hardware-you name it.

Being the pack rat I am, the good came home with me. And guess where it ends up? Maryann often visits while I'm installing some of her "stuff" in the trailers. She's a friendly ghost and used to camp herself. One of the most interesting pieces I acquired was her "portable potty" made from a big beer keg. It has a 5 gallon bucket, a toilet seat (covered in plush orange material-do you think it helps with the icy feeling?) and a handy little door in the keg to slide the bucket out...

Thanks for such a great story, vagabondsrule. We need great young folks who care, just like you do. VK
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From: MSN Nicknamevagabondsrule Sent: 10/22/2007 2:17 PM
Thank you and everyone for your kind words. My trailering interest pretty much started as an interest in just camping, combined with my interest in old cars and such. Vintage trailers just seemed to combine the two for me, and ive been buying, selling, using, and fixing ever since. Keeps me outta working at the burger joints I guess...hahaha.

I actually also had a 65 Fan trailer that gave me trouble as well. About 8 of us were awakened in the middle of the night when the trailer started to shake and rock like it was an earthquake. It was so violent that the cabinet doors fell open and things began falling off of the shelves. First thought would have been friends playing a trick, but a search outside turned up a deserted campsite. Terrified us for a while. Ive also had the stereo turn on twice for no reason.

I had a 50 vagabond trailer where the elderly owner actually died in it. I did get the smell of perfume, and the occasional feeling of someone behind me. Its currently being restored at Trailerworks.

The only wierd experience ive ever had since I sold that trailer would be my cat staring at the ceiling of my current trailer (60 something globestar) and hissing at clearly nothing....that I could see.

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rom: MSN Nicknamevagabondsrule Sent: 10/23/2007 6:17 PM
I actually just thought of this, not sure why I didnt think of it earlier. There was a guy by the name of Joe who used to live at the campgrounds, in a 1954 Sportcraft with a room built on it. He died in the wood addition. I yanked the trailer, and sold it online to a guy in Michigan. About a year after his death, I get a story from a guy up there. He said he was riding by on his atv when he saw joe watering his garden. He stopped in disbelief before Joe looked up at him, and dissapeared.

I think there is a pretty strong mix of positive and negative energy at our campgrounds. Think about it, people who are long gone have been coming here since the 1950's. Before that, it was supposedly an indian corn field, and the burial ground is supposedly around somewhere. It can have a very good calming effect, and also a very depressing one in certain places. Ive seen a shadow of a man walking along the treeline while sitting with friends watching stars. We actually all saw it and a few of us jumped up. Ive had my atv stall out twice in the exact same place in the middle of the woods. A friend of mine had his minibike start up, go into gear, and drive into a tree while he was working on it. I am a firsthand witness to that as well. Mechanical explanation? possibly. Every once in a while on a deserted day, il be standing around camp when i swear i can hear a few young children talking to each other, the echoes off in the distance. I always go up to the playground to find nothing. Probably just the wind...

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From: Kevin Reabe Sent: 10/25/2007 7:35 PM
I don't know what possessed me to Google it... but believe it or not, there is a website dedicated to trailer ghost stories. Here's a link:
http://www.trailerghost.com/main.htm

I think it's mostly meant to be humorous, but there are some stories, too. And...they sell t-shirts. There is one section with warning signs your trailer might be haunted. My favorite: That car in your front yard isn’t on blocks -- it's levitating by itself.

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Take them as you will, for the most part these are good honest trailer restorers with tales to tell.......

[4123]

Our Trip to Young’s Valley.

It was late in the summer, maybe mid –August, 1982. Olga, Jonathan (only 3 years old at the time), and I went camping at a very remote place called Young’s Valley, near the California/Oregon border. To get there, you have to drive the last 20+ miles in four-wheel drive. The road is steep, narrow and very windy, with many sharp switchbacks. This is a very beautiful place nestled between several high peaks in the Siskiyou Mountains. There are a couple of waterfalls, one that plunges about 1,000 feet; and a beautiful meadow with huge boulders as big as houses strewn about on the floor of the valley. On the north wall of the valley, there are the remnants of an abandoned mining town with about a dozen old crumbling cabins, and various other buildings. There is also an abandoned mineshaft. Ruins of old homes and buildings are located all along the last couple of miles of road leading to this mining town.
We were hungry and tired, so we decided to spend the night at one of those ruins. All that was left of the building was a rock fireplace, and a crumbling rock foundation where the house once stood.
Our plan was to sleep ‘under the stars’ this time, so we left the teardrop home. Our transportation was a 1966 GMC flatbed, four-wheel drive truck. Our two black labs, Kerby and Zelzah were, as usual, riding in the back. Kerby and Zelzah were real camping dogs, who liked nothing better than to explorer and spend the night in strange, new places.
There was plenty of firewood laying everywhere, so I built two fires. One, I built in an existing fire ring that someone else had made long ago, and one in the old standing rock fireplace.
It wasn’t until Olga was making dinner, that we noticed that Kerby and Zelzah weren’t underfoot as they usually were, especially at dinnertime. I looked around and saw them laying on the ground across the road from us, looking worried with their ears folded back. I called them, but they wouldn’t budge. They should have been begging for food, looking cute, and watching for tidbits to come their way…but no, they were across the road nervously watching us, and refusing to cross over to us. It was really very odd behavior for them.
Olga, Jonathan and I ate our dinner, and then sat at the campfire ring watching the flames.
Young’s Valley gets dark quite suddenly, as it is a deep valley with steep1,000 foot high rock walls on all sides. Soon after eating, we decided to go to sleep. Olga had made a nice sleeping area on some flat ground near the old rock chimney, with Jonathan lying between us. We tried once more to get Kerby and Zelzah to come join us, but they flat refused. Typically, they would have been right there on either side of our sleeping bags, even trying to worm there way in! Confused and tired; we finally gave up and went to sleep.
Sometime later in the middle of the night, a loud and strange sound suddenly woke me up. I remember hearing it, but being unable to identify what it could be. I was drowsy, and started to drop off, when I heard it again. It sounded like someone was swinging a heavy chain around the inside of the engine compartment of our GMC. The noise startled me now into full consciousness. I loudly whispered, “Olga!” She was awake already, and whispered that she heard it too. When it happened again, I literally flew out of my sleeping bag, flashlight in hand, and cautiously moved toward the truck to investigate. I thought that maybe a raccoon or some other critter crawled in to the engine compartment, and was trying to get out. First, I looked inside the cab, nothing. I opened the door, and pulled the hood release. I slowly approached the front of the truck, slipped my fingers under the hood to find the latch, pulled it and slowly lifted the hood. I looked inside, nothing!
I swung my flashlight around looking at the ground first, and then at Olga. She was sitting up in her sleeping bag with Jonathan in her arms. I then swung the flashlight across the road, and there were Kerby and Zelzah staring at me wide-eyed with their ears still folded back. As I walked back to our sleeping area, Olga and I both noticed a strange sulfur-like smell in the air, and then we realized that the fire had gone out. Both the fires were out! The strange thing about that, was that I had put plenty of firewood in both of those fires before we turned in, so we would be assured hot coals for an easy start in the morning. I crawled back in my bag, told Olga that it was nothing, turned the light out, and tried to go back to sleep. We both just laid there staring wide-eyed at the stars, and smelling sulpher, when we heard the noise again, just as loud as before! I yelled, “That’s it, lets get out of here!”
Olga was already grabbing stuff with Jonathan in her arms. It was pretty nerve-wracking going back to the truck to get it started, and turn on the headlights. I swept the area with the flashlight, and across the road at the dogs who both seemed petrified. I looked through the truck window, saw nothing inside, and I opened the door. I got inside, started the motor, turned on the high beams which lit up the whole area. Olga put Jonathan in his car seat, and we very speedily threw all of our camping gear in the truck. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched by something, and I just wanted to get us as far away from this spot as quickly as I possibly could. I called the dogs yelling, “Lets go!” Usually this would cause a frenzy of happy dog activity with them readily jumping in the back of the flatbed, ready for adventure. Not this time. They stood their ground across the road, looking worried. I repeated my command to no avail. It wasn’t until we had driven well past that site, that they were willing to catch up to us, and jump in the back.
As we climbed out of Young’s Valley, I kept looking in the rear view mirrors expecting to see something. We hastily drove those 20 miles out of Young’s Valley in the wee hours of the morning, and went straight home!
I’ve told this story to friends many times, and I still always get goose bumps talking about it.

[John T]

My story
As a kid I did all kinds of camping in Oklahoma. After moving to Nevada I never found the time to go camping. After a couple years in Nevada I needed to get back into camping. A made a couple trips to camp off the beaten path on the back trails of public land. On my four or fifth weekend camping the weirdest thing happened. I had taken my truck a good two miles off the trail around a rock embankment so I could not be seen from the trail.

While I was out of the truck scoping out my area I came across a rattle snake. It was not one of these smaller then two foot snakes I have seen while hiking many times, this thing was a little larger then four foot, Oklahoma size. As a dumb young kid I handle my fair share of rattle snakes and was not worried. I just backed up to go on my way and it followed. That was a first for me, I have never had a snake follow me as I back up. Maybe, he was after prey and I was in his way. I went another direction and he follows. This went on for a good 20 minutes. I would stop, go, and change direction and it would follow.

The snake never got into striking distance, but none the less it was odd to me. In the end, I put a bullet down in the ground close to the snake and he decided to go his own way. I continued to scope my area out and come across a coyote about 50 yards away. What the heck? Maybe I woke him up by firing a shot. He keeps his distance and disappears about 25 minutes later. As I return to my truck there is a hawk sitting on top of my ladder rack. He stays right there on the ladder rack of my truck while I open the driver’s door. I have no idea why he did not fly off.

Now, I a thinking to myself something is not right. Three weird animal encounters in such a short time. I decide to not pitch my tent this night and sleep in the back of the crew cab truck.

When I go camping I enjoy sitting around after dark watching wild life though night vision goggles. Not the same as bird watching, but I like to watch the night animals out at night. I can do this for 6-7 hours. After about two hours I see the coyote on the hunt, he was successful. While he was enjoying his meal something spooked him and he took off. I notice around 100 yards on the other side of him were two guys with rifles heading right for me

This worries me a bit. These two are being sneaky. They are spaced 25 yards or so apart and not using lights. They came to some area that was impassable and required them to detour a few hundred feet, and then start walking right at me again.

What to do?
On one hand I have a macho attitude and want to let them get close and scare the crap out of them. On the other hand, letting them get close is a risk. I reach down to the dash and turn the knob all the way down to prevent the dome light from coming on and get out of the truck. And work my way around the rock embankment. They are now around 50 yards away. What do I want to do?

I have fired my gun many times to scare wildlife, but to fire in the direction (not close) of a person is a different story. I decide letting them get closer is just too much of a risk. Then they get close to each other and kneel down and start talking. By the hand movement they are working out a plan to come up on my truck from the front and rear. My mind is made up, I fire a single shot in their direction to get their attention. They hit the ground and stay there for five minutes, seemed like 20 minutes trying to figure out what to do.

I move myself around the rock embankment, and fire another shot for a separate location. I then move so they can not see me if they have scopes. A couple minute later they stand up and start walking away. I watch them for some time, move back to my truck and watch more. Once I was certain I was out of their rifle range I fired up the truck and left.

The next day I called the ranger office to talk about it and learned there have been some robberies to campers in the area. A few times they have hit the campers with the butt of the rifle.

Back to those animals. To this day I still ponder those three weird animal encounters that day. Was I being warned somehow?

Other stories here:
ADVRider
One of my favorite from the above link:
A mate I grew up with, Aboriginal bloke , we were camping and I went for a pee on a dark night.

We were way inland behind some rock hills, tall dead cane grass was everywhere and couldn't see far. After I relieved myself I heard my mate calling me, but it was away from the camp. It was strange as I'd left him in camp.

I waited.

He called again, no mistaking his voice. I called back and started walking out toward him. This went on for a little while, changing direction sometimes, calling me on.

Suddenly someone grabs me and I leap outta my skin and spin around. I have already realised I have walked deep into the cane grass and am disorientated. My poor sphincter has taken a bite outta my shorts.

It is a very sombre face, my mates face, deadly serious.
I'm thrown into confusion, I'm a little angry "What are you doing, your out in front of me, how did you get behind me?"
He says "It isn't me."

We stand still, it's completely silent.

I'm starting to get mad but I can see the fear in his face. I wait.

Sure enough, his voice calls again.
Now, I am f*rken freaked. I'm all wide eyed and staring at him.
He whispers "Bad spirit, we'll go back to camp straight away"
If I knew where the **** the camp was I would have run straight up his back to get there.

At the camp he tells of how for eons this has happened, people get called away by familiar voices, sometimes they make it back to tell what happened and sometimes if they are young they perish.

I know what I experienced so there is no denying it but I always console myself with the explanation that it is some type of mimicing bird.
If he hadn't heard me and come tracked me down....well....

[Roly Nelson]

Maybe not the most scary, but the most memorable. My sweet wife was all into meeting the kids at the door and giving them their treats. Later in the evening, she said she had to go to the bathroom and told me to attend to the door, when the kids rang the bell.

I never was much for chatting with the little spooks when they came to the door, but I felt abliged to do so. As I attended to the hand-out-the-candy chores, a while later, the door bell rang again and I did my thing, as expected. To my utter amazement, a young woman showed up at my door, dressed only in a house coat. As I inquired what she had in mind, she promptly whipped her robes open, revealing all of her feminine beauty, absolutely nude...........WOW. As I took in the amazing site, admiring her volumtious endowments, then, she removed her facial mask and exclamed, "Surprise"........and there stood my sweet wife, revealing her feminine treasures, much to my surprise. That is one Halloween that I will never forget............Thank you Honey.
Roly

[traveler]

I got married

[swissarmygirl]

You guys are freaking me out! Except for Roly, whose story was pretty sweet!

I've had lots of weird little things happen to me growing up. I lived in two different houses that were inhabited by somebody or something else. Whatever was in the one house was scary as hell and wanted us out. It was a big old 3 family house. My aunt lived there with her family too. I was about 5 and I used to go into my mom's room at night and tell her that someone was talking to me. My cousin who is a year and a half younger would tell my aunt that "the faces were floating again." I can remember at least one occasion where I heard a voice saying our names. We didn't live there too long.
The other house was my grandparent's house. My grandmother had told me about one afternoon (before I was around) she was standing at the sink, doing dishes and looking out towards the front porch and she saw my grandfather's father walking across the porch. She thought, "Jeez, what is he doing here?" (he lived in Poland). Later that evening they got the call that he had passed.
There were lots of strange happenings in that house, but it seemed more like whoever it was, just wanted us to know that they were there too. We would hear footsteps going up to the upstairs apartment, and I've heard voices in the basement. My cousin swears she saw a little girl in victorian dress walk out of a closet in one of the bedrooms and ask her to play. Years later my aunt confessed that she had seen the same little girl when she was young, and my mother confessed that that particular closet always scared the hell out of her. We all also had similar experiences as children where we would either jump or fly down an entire flight of stairs and land at the bottom without a scratch. That always sounds completely ridiculous when I say it, but one day a couple years ago when we were comparing stories, I brought it up and then everyone else had a similar story too. I've read similar things in other "haunted house" stories.

[Stony]

Jeeze, there's a lot of weird, scary stuff that's happened to me, but how about a camping story.

I was camping out in the back acres of my brother-in-law's farm (way back) in a little pup tent. It was just my wife and I inside. It was cramped and pretty much you couldn't shake the feeling that you were really just in a bag lying out in the dark woods.

Around 2 AM I heard a car slowly drive up and stop about 10 feet from our tent. We were waiting for others to join us, but 1) it was really late, 2) why did they drive up and 3) why were they playing 50s music at high volume??

So, I crawled out of the tent to take a look (didn't feel like getting squished by someone driving through the campsite). I walked around a big bush to see who it was and the music stopped. I walked completely around the bush until I was back a the tent and found no one there. My wife was woken up by the music as well and asked who was there, but I couldn't answer her...

The next day, I wandered back down to my B-I-L's house and asked if anyone was driving up through the woods last night. No one had as far as he knew. While I was telling him about what happened, my mother-in-law happened by and told me that it was probably the ghost car.

She said that people in the area often saw an old car driving around that would disappear at the crest of a hill and vanish - even when there was no where for it to go but straight ahead. She said that she'd heard stories about it for years. Apparently, the road that it drives on makes a close approach to our chosen campsite....

Not the creepiest thing that's ever happened to me, but I thought it appropriate!