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4 DEEP WOODS HORROR STORIES THAT WILL GIVE YOU NIGHTMARES!
Mon, 18 Nov 2024
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Chapter 1: What happens during the first camping trip?
Rope tying, camping, hiking, respecting nature, and most importantly, giving back to the community were the teachings he tried to instill in everyone under his tutelage. When my grandmother died suddenly, it hit my grandpa really hard. He didn't push his kids away, but my dad, my aunt, and my uncle were all very concerned for him.
This is when my dad and stepmom convinced me to join the scouts again to spend time with him and keep an eye on how he was doing. I had participated in Cub Scouts before, and it wasn't something I enjoyed. When I quit, I had no intention of going back, but how could I argue with this? I loved my grandpa more than I hated Scouts.
I won't lie, I enjoyed getting to spend that time with my grandpa, and looking back, it is something I am grateful for. every extra moment i got to spend with him is a cherished memory however there was one experience i went through that lives in the dark parts of my memory something i've had nightmares about and still to this day get queasy thinking or talking about
I know this memory as the trip to Camp Woodruff. I'd never been a fan of the idea of a summer camp. Being sent away from my family to an unfamiliar location for an entire week had always unnerved me. Call me weird, but I didn't feel like being separated from all I knew to go sleep in the woods. It took a lot of convincing to get me to join my grandpa on the Scout summer camp trip to Camp Woodruff.
My dad and stepmom told me I had to go to make sure nothing happened to him. and my mom told me she thought it was a good idea. So it was three against one, and the guilt trip worked. I told myself he needed me, and that it wouldn't be as bad since I'd have a family member with me. I know how this part is going to sound, but the night before we left, I had terrible nightmares.
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Chapter 2: What were the nightmares about before camp?
I kept having very vivid dreams of myself dying in various ways, each more gruesome than the last. The final nightmare I had that night seemed more like a warning than anything else. There was a figure cloaked in a dark cloud of mist or fog, and they kept pointing to signs hanging on trees with either the word warning or a hazard symbol depicted on them.
I wish I had paid attention to the dream, because over the next week, I almost died or got seriously injured four times. When we arrived at the camp, we were assigned preset tents. I found a photo online of the tents, and I'll put that here. Most of the tents had huge spiders on, or in them, and as someone with arachnophobia, it did not help me get great sleep at night.
Luckily, I brought a sort of bug net with me, and I could hang part of it above me, like a veil, while I slept so my face was protected from the spiders, and my sleeping bag protected the rest of me. However, I was still tired from staying awake, just because the thought of spiders being around terrified me. The first event happened pretty early on in the week.
The day after we arrived at the scout camp, it had been raining heavily that night, and the ground was soaked. But we went on a morning hike nonetheless. As we were walking on a trail near the top of a hill, the Georgian clay dirt gave way beneath my foot closest to the edge, and I slipped.
Chapter 3: What terrifying experiences occurred at Camp Woodruff?
I rolled a good twenty feet, sliding on the wet, orangish-brown clay until I managed to grab onto the base of a thin tree. It took a good few minutes for me to catch my breath while lying there, hanging onto this tree, and another few minutes for me to slowly make my way back to the path.
I'll assume that you don't know much about that clay, but once it's wet, it sticks to your skin, your clothes, your shoes, and once it hardens, it takes a lot to get it off.
i walked away from that hike with a few cuts and bruises mostly on my legs but i still walked away alive the second event happened the next morning i woke up with a cold all that tumbling in wet dirt and not drying off quickly enough is what i reckon caused it
i was stuck in my tent all day drinking disgusting tea a scoutmaster brought me and screaming whenever a spider shuffled into the tent and up onto my sleeping bag i stayed awake for the next hour making sure it didn't happen again before i passed out and let exhaustion take me into my dreams
the dreams i had that day were of something in the woods watching us campers as we did our activities it leered at us as we learned to make knots on ropes spied on us as we shot rifles at the shooting range and observed me as i lay in my tent
i woke up in a sweat when my tent buddy got back from the day's events and was sent to fetch me for dinner in the main lodge i couldn't stomach the dinner they had that night which i believe was some type of sloppy joe but one of the cooks took pity on me and brought me a single serving of frosted flakes cereal and a carton of milk that night when i got up to use the restroom i felt like something was watching me as i walked to the bathroom station
While I was there doing my business, I swear I heard someone whispering to me. I stayed there for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes in reality. I only left when another camper entered the bathroom and I felt it was safe enough for me to leave. The third event was on day four.
On this day, it was our troop's turn to go to a nearby horse ranch, where we would pick a horse and go on a guided tour of a trail through the woods. I enjoyed getting to brush and feed the horse, but what happened on the trail has left me afraid of horses. The trail was about an hour-long loop through the woods, leading back to the ranch at the end.
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Chapter 4: How did the camping adventure lead to near-death experiences?
We went in a single file line, and there was a horse rancher leading the front, and one leading the rear to make sure no one caused trouble, and that the horses stayed in line. For the most part, it was peaceful and relaxing. It was a bit hot, but there was a nice breeze keeping me cool, if not just a bit sweaty.
At one point on the trail, we stopped to cross a stream, but not before our horses had a chance to stop and drink some water. Once we got to the stream, my horse started getting a little antsy. I should have known better and tightened my grip on the reins, but when a snake passed in front of us in the water, it was too late. My horse bucked and I fell off.
The horse behind me got scared from that and bucked a bit as well. almost bringing his front hooves right down on me. I was lucky enough to roll to the side, right into a thorn bush. The rancher came up, calmed the horses down, and picked me up out of the thorn bush. I saw the red trickling down my arms, and dripping off my cheek.
I had been cut up pretty badly, but I'd rather have taken those cuts than died by horse trampling. It hurt so much after my adrenaline wore off, and I had the gauze taped on tightly. Thankfully, I slept pretty soundly that night. The fourth event, and quite possibly the scariest thing I had ever experienced, was the day I almost drowned in the lake.
During our second-to-last day at Camp Woodruff, I decided to spend my free time at the lake with some friends from my troop. But something felt different that day, almost as if I had to be at the lake. It felt like something was calling me to swim. I felt compelled to do so, and I didn't understand why at the time.
After starting to swim for a few minutes, I heard my friend tell me he dared me to try and touch the bottom of the lake. I didn't know any better, and I didn't realize how deep lakes actually were. I took a deep breath and started to swim down. After seven seconds, I didn't feel the bottom, and I knew I had to swim back up. I felt disoriented for a second, unsure if I was swimming up or sideways.
But it was too late now. I just had to go for it. I felt that I had finally reached the surface, and my lungs were burning for a breath of fresh air. But as I went to take a breath, The only thing that filled my mouth and partially my throat was the disgusting taste of lake water. I thought to myself, this is it. My life literally flashed before my eyes.
As I thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to reach the surface, a miracle happened. My hand breached the water's surface, and a lifeguard on the floating platform in the lake grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the water. I coughed up the little water I swallowed and lay on that platform gasping for air for a good long while. He asked me if I was okay and what had happened.
I began to say my friend had dared me to swim to the bottom of the lake when my friend, whose voice I heard, said, I never dared you to do that. I've been on this platform the whole time talking with Garrett. At that moment, I knew everything had come full circle to this moment.
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Chapter 5: What eerie encounter happened at the lake?
the porch light cast a dim glow over the yard and for a moment i saw nothing just the empty dusty landscape the vehicles parked in the driveway and the old metal trash cans but then my eyes caught movement a dark gaunt figure standing just beyond the reach of the light It was coyote-like, but wrong in every conceivable way.
Its fur was matted, hanging in clumps from its bony frame, and its legs seemed twisted, as if they had been broken and never healed properly. The creature's head turned slowly, and I saw its eyes, glowing a sickly orange-red, staring directly at me. A wave of nausea hit me. The malevolence in those eyes was palpable, like it was staring straight into my soul.
I stumbled backward, my breath caught in my throat. I had to tell someone. I had to warn them. I rushed to my mother's room, shaking her awake. She groaned, annoyed, until she saw the look on my face. What is it? She whispered. Her voice filled with sleep. There's something outside, I managed to say, my voice trembling. She sat up, her expression shifting from irritation to concern.
It's probably just an animal, she said, but before she could say anything else, we both heard it, a distorted, unnatural scream that pierced the silence of the night. The sound was like nothing I had ever heard. Half human, half animal, filled with pain and rage. My mother's eyes widened, and I could see the fear settle in. She quickly got up, rushing to wake my father.
The trailer was soon filled with hushed voices. Everyone gathered in the hallway, listening as the creature outside began to thrash against the ground. its guttural moans growing louder. My grandfather moved with a calmness that seemed almost unreal, retrieving his shotgun from a drawer and loading it with ash-coated bullets. He whispered prayers under his breath as he approached the door.
I watched, frozen in place, as he swung the door open, the cold night air rushing in. The creature was there, standing at the edge of the porch light, its twisted form barely visible. My grandfather fired, the blasts echoing into the night, but the creature moved, faster than anything I had ever seen, disappearing into the darkness.
We stood there in silence, the acrid smell of gunpowder hanging in the air. The creature was gone, but the sense of dread remained. My grandmother's trembling voice broke the silence, trying to comfort us, but the fear was still there, etched into each of our faces. My aunt whispered that it saw us, that it knew who we were now.
The rest of the night passed in tense silence, each of us afraid of what might come next, our only hope lying in the first light of dawn. The air was heavy as dawn began to break, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, painting the room in soft, muted light. None of us had slept.
we had stayed huddled together in the hallway each of us listening for any sign that the creature might return my grandfather sat near the door the shotgun across his knees his eyes fixed on the small window as if daring the thing to show itself again
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Chapter 6: What is the story behind the skinwalkers?
But deep down I knew better. The woods were alive and something in them was watching me. Dash knew too. He would sit by my bed at night, his eyes fixed on the window, his body tense. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night and I would see him staring, his eyes following something I couldn't see, something just beyond the glass.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I would hear my name whispered from the darkness outside. The air was different that day. It was the kind of day where the woods seemed darker, even with the sun hanging high in the sky. There was something heavy about it, an energy that clung to the air like the humid thickness before a storm.
I didn't want to admit it, but I felt it, gnawing at the edges of my mind. And from the way Dash kept pausing, his ears flicking and his nose twitching, I knew he felt it too. Dash and I had ventured deeper into the woods than usual. It had been my idea, something inside me telling me I needed to see more, push farther.
It was as if the woods themselves had called me that day, and curiosity had gotten the better of my sense of caution. Dash ran ahead, his familiar silhouette weaving between the tree trunks. He always checked back, turning every few moments to make sure I was still there, a reassuring presence amid the wild tangle of branches and shadows. But that day, I let my attention wander.
I can't remember exactly what it was. A strange patch of mushrooms, a tree scarred with deep claw marks, that caught my focus, but I lingered for too long.
suddenly i realized the forest was too quiet no rustle of leaves no distant calls of birds just an unnatural silence that wrapped around me my eyes darted up and dash was nowhere in sight dash i called my voice sounding too loud in the hushed woods
a second later i heard it-a crashing sound frantic coming from deeper in the forest my heart skipped the kind of skip that feels like it's suspended in mid-air for just a beat too long it was followed by a bark dashes bark high-pitched and alarmed i ran branches clawing at my clothes and face the underbrush grabbing at my feet the sound of something tearing through the woods filled my ears something moving too fast
i called for dash again and then he appeared bursting out of the underbrush covered in thorns his eyes wide with fear he came barreling towards me skidding to a stop his body tense and his teeth bared growling at something behind us i didn't look back i didn't want to see whatever it was
my instincts screamed at me to run and i did with dash at my side when we broke through the edge of the woods into our yard i doubled over catching my breath the air felt lighter less oppressive and i almost convinced myself we were safe but then i looked up towards the neighbouring field and saw it-a shadow
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Chapter 7: How did the family confront the malevolent presence?
Brutus and Max stood by the door, their bodies rigid, their growls a constant rumble in the background. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what was out there or why it was calling my name. All I knew was that I couldn't go out there, not now, not ever. The fear was suffocating, pressing in from all sides, and I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I held Alfie close.
i just had to make it until morning morning would come and whatever was out there would be gone it had to be the hours passed slowly each minute feeling like an eternity the voice kept calling each time more insistent more desperate as if it knew i was resisting and it was growing impatient
I pressed my hands over Alfie's ears, trying to block out the sound, trying to keep her from hearing the thing that was calling her name. The pitbulls never wavered, their growls never ceasing, their eyes never leaving the door. And then, finally, the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains. The voice faded, replaced by the normal sounds of the forest waking up.
The pit bulls relaxed, their growls subsiding into soft whimpers, and I let out a shaky breath, my body sagging with relief. We had made it. Whatever it was, it was gone. But the fear didn't leave me. It lingered, a cold, heavy weight in my chest. I knew, deep down, that this wasn't over. The woods weren't safe, not anymore. Something was out there, Something that knew my name, that wanted me.
And it wasn't going to stop. The morning light filtered in through the curtains, weak, but enough to remind me that we had survived the night. I sat up slowly, my muscles aching from the tension, the exhaustion heavy in my bones. Alfie was still in my lap, curled up tightly, her eyes half closed. Brutus and Max had finally stopped growling.
Though they remained close to the door, their ears perked and alerted. I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. The sunlight brought a sense of relief, but it was a fragile one. I knew the danger wasn't over. The memory of that voice, calling my name in the dark, haunted me. Whatever it was, it knew me. It knew Alfie. And it wasn't going to stop.
i needed to see the woods in the daylight to convince myself that whatever was out there had truly gone slowly i stood placing alfie gently on the bed she whimpered softly her eyes following me as i moved towards the window I pulled the curtain aside, my eyes scanning the tree line. The woods looked so different in the morning, calm, quiet, as if nothing had happened. But I knew better.
I could still feel it, a sense of unease lingering in the air, like the woods were hiding something just out of sight. The pit bulls had followed me, their eyes fixed on the window as well. They could sense it too. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear that threatened to rise again. Come on, guys, I whispered, my voice hoarse from the night before.
I needed to get out of the cabin, to breathe, to feel the sun on my skin. I opened the door slowly, the pit bulls rushing out ahead of me, their noses to the ground, sniffing for any sign of what had been there. Alfie stayed close to my feet, her small body pressed against my leg as we stepped out onto the porch. The morning air was crisp, the sky a pale blue, but the woods felt different.
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