Samantha (Corrections Officer)

i started screaming at him asking what the hell that thing was he said and yes i remember this word for word there are things in these woods that have been here longer than us things we can't explain or get rid of if you don't think you can handle that you should pack your bags now he kept walking and i followed behind trying to make sense of what happened

i started screaming at him asking what the hell that thing was he said and yes i remember this word for word there are things in these woods that have been here longer than us things we can't explain or get rid of if you don't think you can handle that you should pack your bags now he kept walking and i followed behind trying to make sense of what happened

i obviously stayed in the job when it was good it was really good i met some amazing people and i loved nature but in the end the bad experiences outweighed the good and i had to leave honestly i wish i had left when he told me to pack my bags i know this experience doesn't sound that scary in writing but trust me living through it was terrifying and there are worse ones

i obviously stayed in the job when it was good it was really good i met some amazing people and i loved nature but in the end the bad experiences outweighed the good and i had to leave honestly i wish i had left when he told me to pack my bags i know this experience doesn't sound that scary in writing but trust me living through it was terrifying and there are worse ones

Some of them are scarier, some are more explainable. I'm still debating whether to share all my stories. Maybe I'll see how I feel after posting this. I'd love to hear other people's experiences with the woods. Part 2. A lot of people seem to be interested in stairs found in the woods. I've seen a set of stairs in the woods once, and personally, it wasn't too scary, just a bit creepy.

Some of them are scarier, some are more explainable. I'm still debating whether to share all my stories. Maybe I'll see how I feel after posting this. I'd love to hear other people's experiences with the woods. Part 2. A lot of people seem to be interested in stairs found in the woods. I've seen a set of stairs in the woods once, and personally, it wasn't too scary, just a bit creepy.

I know a couple of my friends in the force, a force to be reckoned with, have some stories about stairs that they've mentioned in passing. If and when I decide to contact them for permission, maybe I'll post those. I do, however, have a story about a ladder that I wish I could forget because just thinking about it gives me the creeps.

I know a couple of my friends in the force, a force to be reckoned with, have some stories about stairs that they've mentioned in passing. If and when I decide to contact them for permission, maybe I'll post those. I do, however, have a story about a ladder that I wish I could forget because just thinking about it gives me the creeps.

My experience with the stairs is pretty tame, so I'll add another incident afterward. We were searching for a young girl who had wandered off. We found her. She's fine. The team was stretched out pretty far, so I was walking alone but within shouting distance of others. As I was walking, I saw a set of stairs. They sort of looked like they belonged there but also didn't.

My experience with the stairs is pretty tame, so I'll add another incident afterward. We were searching for a young girl who had wandered off. We found her. She's fine. The team was stretched out pretty far, so I was walking alone but within shouting distance of others. As I was walking, I saw a set of stairs. They sort of looked like they belonged there but also didn't.

They were overgrown, like they might have been the steps to someone's house. But I realized there was no way someone had put them there recently. I figured I'd stumbled upon one of those mysterious stairs my coworkers had talked about. I thought I'd be terrified if I ever saw them, but I wasn't. I did, however, feel an urge to walk up them, like something was pulling me toward them.

They were overgrown, like they might have been the steps to someone's house. But I realized there was no way someone had put them there recently. I figured I'd stumbled upon one of those mysterious stairs my coworkers had talked about. I thought I'd be terrified if I ever saw them, but I wasn't. I did, however, feel an urge to walk up them, like something was pulling me toward them.

Maybe it was just the excitement of finally seeing them, or maybe something darker. Someone nearby called out that they'd found something, and it snapped me back to reality. I'm really glad they did. I'm not sure what would have happened if I'd gone up. We found the girl, and all was well. On the way back, I mentioned to a partner that I had seen some stairs.

Maybe it was just the excitement of finally seeing them, or maybe something darker. Someone nearby called out that they'd found something, and it snapped me back to reality. I'm really glad they did. I'm not sure what would have happened if I'd gone up. We found the girl, and all was well. On the way back, I mentioned to a partner that I had seen some stairs.

She got worried and sort of grilled me about whether I touched or walked up them. I said no, and that was it. So, yeah, pretty tame. Nothing too intense. I'm not going to lie or overemphasize anything here. This next occurrence isn't about stairs, but it is about a ladder, which I'd say is pretty similar.

She got worried and sort of grilled me about whether I touched or walked up them. I said no, and that was it. So, yeah, pretty tame. Nothing too intense. I'm not going to lie or overemphasize anything here. This next occurrence isn't about stairs, but it is about a ladder, which I'd say is pretty similar.

This happened sometime during my first year as a park ranger, around the start of summer, when poison ivy really goes wild. We had to do weekly checks on the trails and the surrounding brush. My partner and I were assigned to check some of the less popular trails. We came to a smaller trail that forked for a couple of minutes, and then joined up again.

This happened sometime during my first year as a park ranger, around the start of summer, when poison ivy really goes wild. We had to do weekly checks on the trails and the surrounding brush. My partner and I were assigned to check some of the less popular trails. We came to a smaller trail that forked for a couple of minutes, and then joined up again.

Being the idiots we were, we split, planning to meet where it connects. We could still see each other through the brush in the middle, so we thought it was fine. He took the left path, and I took the right. As I was walking, keeping an eye out for ivy, I caught something in the corner of my eye, a large clearing in the middle of the trees.

Being the idiots we were, we split, planning to meet where it connects. We could still see each other through the brush in the middle, so we thought it was fine. He took the left path, and I took the right. As I was walking, keeping an eye out for ivy, I caught something in the corner of my eye, a large clearing in the middle of the trees.