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Chapter 1: What happens in the first disturbing deep woods story?
While I realize this post describes many over-the-top experiences, my husband and I both went through the following exactly as I'll describe. I understand that not everyone will believe me, but since this post contains deeply personal moments in my life, I ask that everyone please keep comments respectful, whatever opinions you express on the subject matter.
thank you so much this story needs background to convey some factors that were potentially involved i suspect the events leading up to the trip to tennessee may have had a direct relation to the severity of what we experienced while there i had never wanted to marry neither had my now husband then we met each other we got engaged at ages thirty and twenty-eight and had a two-year engagement
We wanted our wedding to symbolize our true soul bond and decided to go completely non-traditional. His giant family wanted a white-dress Catholic wedding, so we were at major odds with them from day one. My fiancé and I began suffering a long run of exceptionally bad luck. along with some odd poltergeist activity at home.
It was nothing too major, so we mostly brushed it off, except for one instance when we left the house and came back to find a red clown nose sitting front and center on our bathroom sink. No one had keys to our place and we definitely didn't own a clown nose. That one freaked us out.
When I told a friend something weird was going on to the point I almost felt the wedding was cursed, he tried to explain it away. I said, watch, something's going to happen today while he's getting his tux, I'm telling you.
I got one flabbergasted look from my friend before my fiancé immediately called to say there'd been a freak accident in the parking lot while he was getting fitted and someone had totaled the back end of his truck. That shut my friend right up.
another glitch was my refusal to have my father walk me down the aisle i also refused a random stand-in just for tradition's sake i asked my younger brother and he said he would be so honored we'd had some problems in the past but he'd been clean for seven years and we'd finally reconciled
Losing our middle brother to a drunk driver had driven us apart for a while, but later on, it brought us back closer. Then, 40 days before the wedding, my younger brother, unintentionally, passed away in his mid-twenties. My fiancé and I drove over 16 hours, close to Point Pleasant, West Virginia, to say goodbye.
I knew my brother, and I knew he wouldn't cross over easily after what he'd done, especially with my wedding around the corner and me counting on him. It bothered me deeply. His viewing was closed to immediate family only. He wasn't embalmed due to the complete autopsy required. He was covered in a handmade quilt up to his chin. We were instructed not to touch him, although we ignored that.
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Chapter 2: What eerie experiences occur during the honeymoon in Tennessee?
He said the impact was so strong that the mirror on the wall vibrated. which shouldn't be physically possible for anyone to do. Each time he started to drift back off, there was another bang. Finally he got up. After one more cabin-shaking thud, he decided to wake me. Apparently, he'd been waiting to see if I would wake up on my own so he'd know he wasn't imagining it.
But now, he was completely alert. Right as he reached for me, he heard the loudest bang slap from the area between the sitting area and the kitchen, right at the foot of the bed. It was a one-room cabin. He said it sounded like a giant book being dropped from high up, but there was nothing there. This bang was definitely inside the cabin.
He tried frantically to wake me, but he said I was in such a deep sleep he actually thought something was wrong, that he could barely tell I was breathing. Then this strange metallic jangling noise started up behind the TV, directly across the cabin from our bed.
He said it went on forever but he was too scared to go check, especially since it was right by the huge windows and near where he'd heard the noise inside. It was this insistent buzzing, jangling that finally woke me. I remember it being so hard to come back to consciousness, like swimming through blackness to get back to myself. I kept asking, what the hell is that noise?
Thinking it was an alarm someone left set. When I finally managed to get up to smash the offending noisemaker, the trilling stopped. Exhausted, I fell back onto my pillow. Eli told me about the banging. He was obviously terrified, and while I believed him, I was so numb and out of it that I had no emotional response. I was overwhelmed with a debilitating fatigue and just zonked out until morning.
Normally I'm a very light sleeper, especially in new places, but almost every night during this trip was like that. The second my head hit the pillow, it was as if I fell into a coma. It was extremely deep but not restful. Waking up was worse. It literally felt like I had to claw my way out of unconsciousness, and it left me exhausted.
day and night too while doing my makeup in the infamous shaking mirror the next morning i finally heard the full story from eli i tried to talk it out logically maybe a bear was rubbing against the post but he insisted it was solid bangs like a giant fist no way it was a bear and there was also that bang from the center of the floor on the inside of the cabin That reminded me of the alarm.
I was all set to disable it. At the exact second I mentioned it, that horrible buzzing noise started up again behind the TV. We both jumped. I joked, that's some interesting timing. Looking behind the TV, I realized it wasn't an alarm clock but an old landline phone with a bell buzzer, which explained the horrid noise. Of course I had to answer it.
There was a minute of silence and then bursts of static. It sounded like someone was talking, but it was so garbled by static I couldn't make out any words. I told them to move around to get better reception. Was it cabin management? Still silence and occasional static bursts. I hung up. I was more amused than anything, especially seeing Eli's face.
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Chapter 3: How does the couple react to paranormal events in the cabin?
Because that window gives me the creeps, he replied. It was eerie validation. That night, I had some disturbing dreams I can't really recall. Eli, however, experienced a severe bout of sleep paralysis, SP, though he initially swore it wasn't SP because he said he sat up, kicked, and yelled at the figure. Now, he agrees it was probably SP.
either way he woke to eerie laughter and saw what he described as a grudge type woman standing at the end of the bed laughing at him i wouldn't wake up he said she wore a white dress had pale skin black eyes and a horrible mouth and long black hair partially obscuring her face, surrounded by swirling black mist. She reached for him, and he sat up, yanking his legs to his chest.
He said he started yelling at her to GTFO and kicked at her. She faded out, laughing. He said he woke several times to her grabbing his ankles and giggling throughout the night. I still wouldn't wake up. Night 4 Night five. Whenever I sat up on the edge of the hot tub to cool off, I felt that same sense of being watched I'd gotten from the bathroom window. I'd literally break out in goosebumps.
It was a Friday, and we could hear a group of guessing college kids partying some distance away, close enough to catch their screaming, whoops, and cheers. Not wanting some creepy wood-savvy lurker to watch me, we went inside. Not much else happened that night beyond troubled sleep. At one point, Eli woke to frantic banging on a support post, but it didn't last long or repeat. NIGHT 6 FINAL
This was an extra night we received due to the terrible sulfuric water. The filters needed replacing, so they comped us a night. The water wasn't dangerous, just really, really stinky, like eau de la turd a la rotten egg. It was bad. Despite our weird nights, we'd been having a blast during the day. Riding rides, eating great food, trying good wine. Gatlinburg is amazing to visit.
so on our last night in the hot tub everything was great until i started feeling that intense hostile gaze from the tree line for the second night in a row this time it felt worse every time i sat up to cool off i'd unconsciously hug myself and sink back into the water I reminded my husband that in all the years he'd known me, I'd never been the paranoid or scared type.
But there was absolutely something aggressive out there watching me, and it wasn't one of the college kids. We could hear them again. Eli pulled me over to the covered side. Within five minutes of my moving, we heard a tremendous crash in the brush behind us, then something big stomping directly below us. A few seconds later there was more crashing, and a second set of stomping footsteps.
They sounded human in rhythm, but no one on packed earth should be that loud. We both bolted inside, still dripping. Eli says that night was the worst for banging on the posts. He said there was banging on at least three widely separated posts, and it went on most of the night. Whenever the banging stopped, he'd doze off, and the white-dressed woman would appear. Again, I slept like the dead.
Morning of day seven, leaving day. Something demanded my attention, pulling me toward consciousness. At first, it sounded like a parade of horses clip-clopping down a paved street. Then I remembered where I was. The sound was coming from the roof. I checked my phone, just after 8am on a Sunday. I groaned, thinking roofers must be working on the cabin.
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Chapter 4: What strange noises and sights do they encounter on their honeymoon?
I whispered. He said yes. I felt so relieved I hadn't imagined it. We stayed there, whispering. He also thought it sounded like a horse, or multiple hooves, but not quite metal. The pounding was so strong we could see the mirror shaking, glasses rattling, and cabinets quaking. Whatever was on the roof was huge."
The pounding continued for about 35 minutes, from around 8.02am until 8.36am, though I don't know how long it had been going on before it woke me. It was deafening, and absolutely terrifying. We lay there whispering about whether it was trying to break through the roof, though the glass doors would have been easier to smash. Eli decided he would get up and look.
I told him about the doorknob shaking when I tried. After a moment's hesitation, he threw back his covers and stood. The pounding stopped. We both froze. Then came a horrible grating noise sliding across the roof. Our eyes went huge. Was that claws? I hissed in the softest voice I could manage. Eli jumped back onto the bed and the banging resumed.
We had the quietest conversation ever about whether we'd actually just heard giant claws on the roof. It sure sounded like it. Eli finally grabbed his legally owned firearm from his bedside drawer and made a sudden dash for the door. The pounding instantly stopped and everything went silent. No running footsteps or anything. The roof was completely empty.
Given the cabin's location perched on the hill with no close trees, there was nowhere something that big could hide or escape to without being seen. We packed at lightning speed, but we did have one last quick smoke in the driveway. It felt safer in open space. While we were out there we heard the group of partiers from the previous nights yelling for a missing friend.
We could hear the panic in their voices. Where is he? He was with us last night. They shouted his name over and over. Eli and I tried to find them to help, or at least to ask if they'd seen or heard anything weird, but the winding one-way dirt roads were confusing. We think they might have been locals, and we were on rental cabin roads that didn't connect to local ones. We couldn't reach them.
I really hope they found him passed out drunk in a bush somewhere." i have no idea what we encountered on that trip it showed elements of so many paranormal experiences orbs strange phone calls poltergeist activity cryptid like behavior and a lady in white yet it really felt like one entity wearing different outfits so to speak After we got home, everything went back to normal.
Though I'd asked my departed loved ones to bear witness to our wedding, specifically the blessed dead, and specifically only for the ceremony, none of this activity seemed like protective ancestors to me. I leaned toward some kind of nature or elemental spirit, but that's just a guess. Eli, on the other hand, says he thinks it was a Bigfoot, even though he said otherwise at the time. Anyway,
That was our oh so memorable honeymoon. If you made it this far, thank you for reading. I'd love to hear any ideas on what we might have encountered. Thank you and best wishes. I've been working at this Michigan nature preserve for a while now, and usually the biggest surprise I get is the occasional lost hiker or an unexpected downpour.
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Chapter 5: What haunting occurrences take place during the final night?
another roar burst through the air closer this time vibrating in my chest my legs started moving before i even realized it i turned around and headed back the way i came shining my headlamp left and right to make sure i wasn't about to run into anything Leaves crackled behind me at an alarming pace, like something was mimicking my speed.
It's hard to keep calm when every step you take is matched by another set of footsteps. The path twisted in a serpentine pattern, forcing me to slow at corners. Each time, I felt completely exposed. My breath came in ragged gasps, and sweat dripped down my temples even though the evening was chilly. Eventually, I spotted a faint glow from the small lantern near the trailhead.
I pushed myself to move faster. My ankles wobbled on the uneven ground a few times, but adrenaline forced me onward. The bizarre chorus still echoed, shifting in tone until it felt almost metallic. I could sense something pacing me from the shadows, hidden just beyond the beam of my headlamp. When I reached the trailhead at last, I was breathing hard, scanning the forest behind me.
Only then did I realize how quiet it had become. Whatever was chasing me had gone silent. Or maybe it was just waiting. My hands trembled as I texted my supervisor, saying the sweep was done, leaving out the details. I wasn't ready to explain what had happened. Clambering into my car, I locked the doors and stared at the black silhouettes of the trees.
They stood there, unresponsive, revealing nothing. Even with the engine running, my nerves felt shot. I can handle animals, but I've never confronted anything like that. Part of me wanted to turn around, go back in, and prove I wasn't just being paranoid. Another part insisted that was a terrible idea.
i managed to drive to the lodge and give a half-hearted report nobody asked many questions they were just relieved i'd done the sweep but in the back of my mind i kept picturing those twisting shapes hearing those blended cries something was out there something i couldn't classify and the worst part was knowing I'd probably have to head back into the trails again soon.
The thought clung to me the rest of the night, like a warning I couldn't ignore. I started noticing everything that shouldn't be there. Strange tracks in the mud, ominous scratch marks on the fence near the lodge, and a lingering odor nobody could explain. My colleagues wrote it off as scavengers, or maybe just my imagination. But I was done brushing it aside.
Something was definitely lurking among these old trails, and I was determined to figure out what. I rummaged through my grandparents' old trunk at home, where I keep the protective charms my family swears by. I picked one I hadn't worn in years, a small carved symbol that always struck me as both comforting and menacing. It felt right for what I was up against.
After all, the strange sightings weren't letting up, and I was convinced that the preserve held some presence not found in any field guide. That night, I decided to return to the deepest part of the trail network alone. Maybe it was a mistake, but I needed answers. My flashlight was upgraded with fresh batteries, and I stowed a flare gun in my backpack just in case.
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Chapter 6: What unsettling events follow the couple's honeymoon?
Marshall wouldn't have tolerated it, and none of us could even articulate what we'd report. Some chanting in the woods, a mound that looked too big to be an animal, and a rope swaying in the breeze. It all sounded unreal the moment you tried putting it into words. So we let it fester.
The rest of the family eventually filed it away under weird things that happened, but I never managed to lock it away so easily. To this day, the entire ordeal lingers in my mind, especially the image of Marshall, unshakable, stone-faced Marshall, running for his life through the trees. Whenever I think back, it's impossible not to wonder what he saw in that forest.
Whatever it was, he carried that fear to the end of his days. And if he never slept peacefully after that outing, I can't say I'd be surprised. I still catch myself listening for drumbeats sometimes, half expecting that dark chanting to roll over the horizon and find me again. We started out just before sunrise, backpacks stuffed and shoulders already aching from all the gear we'd crammed in.
Stepping onto the trail at Redwood Gap, I felt a twist of excitement and unease. The path hugged a steep hillside, the ground cold and damp beneath my boots. Devin walked up front, whistling a tune off-key, and Chris brought up the rear, constantly fiddling with the straps on his pack. I took the middle spot, my senses sharper than usual.
The trees overhead formed a canopy so thick that even the early light struggled to reach us. Each breath tasted like wet leaves and morning fog. I kept craning my neck, trying to pick out any sign of wildlife or other hikers, but the place felt deserted. Not silent, though. Somewhere in the distance, water flowed, and every so often a branch snapped, echoing across the valley.
We made good progress for the first few miles, passing stunted shrubs and weaving through narrow switchbacks. At one point, I nearly lost my footing on loose gravel, and Devin had to yank me upright. He laughed, cracking a joke about me needing better balance. I gave him a half-hearted grin, but I couldn't help scanning the tree line, waiting for some unknown presence to reveal itself.
By midday, the sun pierced through in patches, lighting up sections of the trail. We paused on a rocky overlook to catch our breath, and I stared down into a valley filled with evergreens. Everything looked peaceful from up there. Chris said something about wanting to eat lunch, but Devin insisted on pushing another hour before breaking.
We'd heard that Lake Vesper, our target for the night, wasn't too far away, and he wanted a longer rest at camp. The last stretch toward the lake turned into a slog. My shoulders ached, sweat stuck to every inch of my skin, and the trail took on this claustrophobic feeling. The trees pressed in, and the air seemed heavier.
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Chapter 7: What strange happenings occur at the nature preserve?
Chris tried to lighten the mood by telling dumb jokes about some local legend he'd read online. Stuff about hermits who lived off the land. Devin rolled his eyes, but I found myself looking over my shoulder more often. When we finally reached Lake Vesper, the sight was mesmerizing. Crystal clear water lapped at a pebble-strewn shore, tall rocks framing it like giant sentries.
We dropped our packs and collapsed onto the nearest boulders, relief washing over us. Devin started setting up the tents while Chris gathered fallen branches for the campfire. I looked out at the lake, noticing how still it was, like a sheet of glass reflecting the sky. After we'd settled in, we lit a small fire. The crackling flames offered a reassuring light in the growing darkness.
We passed around a canteen, sharing swigs of water that felt unbelievably refreshing, and for a moment we relaxed. the world beyond our camp dissolved into black shadows and the occasional rustle of branches made me tense chris and devin laughed at me for jumping at the slightest sound but i knew i wasn't just being paranoid i busied myself with reorganizing gear anything to keep my hands occupied
Eventually, we all huddled around the fire, exchanging stories of past trips, bragging about who carried the heaviest pack, and guessing how tough the next day's terrain might be. The crackle of the flames and the rhythm of Devon's teasing banter almost lulled me into a false sense of comfort. Almost.
It was that first night in the wilderness, our guard down, our minds eager for rest, when a subtle awareness began to creep in. Something felt off. I couldn't name it. Maybe it was the way the wind died abruptly, leaving the night thick with a hush. Maybe it was the way the trees blocked out the moon, creating walls of darkness beyond the glow of the fire.
Regardless, a prickling unease settled over me as we finally crawled into our tents.
and so began our journey a supposed five-day trek that felt like a calling one moment and a dire warning the next with redwood gap now behind us we prepared to face the challenges and the strange suspicions looming ahead i woke up to the sound of devin unzipping his tent groaning softly about sore legs and a stiff back
My own shoulders felt like someone had kicked them all night, and Chris looked like he hadn't slept much either. None of us admitted it, but the night's eerie quiet had put us on edge. We ate a quick breakfast, oatmeal that tasted like cardboard, and tore down camp, eager to move on. The trail led us deeper into the wilderness.
The trees and brush pressed in from both sides, making the path feel almost claustrophobic. Every once in a while, the wind would stir the branches overhead, creating this low whisper that faded too quickly. We trudged through the morning in near silence, stepping over gnarled roots and skirting around muddy sections of trail. After a few miles we reached a small sign pointing toward Mossy Fork.
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Chapter 8: What mysterious creature does the narrator encounter in the woods?
are occupied by people who fiercely guard their domain, silently watching every unsuspecting passerby.