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Chapter 1: What inspired Samantha to share her park ranger stories?
Hi there, I'm Samantha, Sam, and I was a park ranger for six years. I won't specify where because I don't want to get in trouble. One of the people I worked with told me to read the other park ranger stories on here, so I thought I'd give it a shot. And hell, it's good to see someone being honest. It inspired me to share some of my own stories. People need to know what happens in the woods.
I quit my job a couple of years ago. I couldn't deal with bottling up all the things I've seen. Nobody wants to talk about them, but I feel like I'm drowning in the memories of it all. So, I'm going to share them. I don't know if I'll be able to share everything, it might be too hard, but I'll give it a go.
I hope this raises some awareness of the true dangers of the woods, and makes people consider their safety. I don't want people to think I'm copying someone or making these things up. I'm just sharing my stories and experiences. Let's get into it. This was my first weird experience as a junior ranger. To this day, I still don't know what I saw, but I know it wasn't friendly.
Chapter 2: What was Samantha's first weird experience as a junior ranger?
I had just received a call about screams coming from deeper in the forest, off one of the more popular trails. this wasn't unusual if you've heard a mountain lion you know it can sound like a woman screaming just as i was about to set off my chief at the time asked to come along i found this odd because the job seemed too insignificant for his rank but i brushed it off
I was new and figured maybe he wanted to check my progress. We set off, making small talk, and I was obviously trying to suck up a little. We were joking around when he made a quick remark about taking even small jobs seriously because you never know what you'll find.
That turned out to be some of the most valuable advice I ever got on this job, and I definitely learned my lesson later, but that's another story. We reached the area where the call originated and headed north of the trail. We heard the screams, and it sounded like a mountain lion, but something was really off about it. We kept walking toward the noise.
About ten minutes in, all of a sudden, it was like every sound was sucked out of the woods. It was dead silent. I couldn't even hear my own breathing. I thought maybe I'd gone deaf, but I looked at my chief and saw he had the same nervous expression on his face. By the way he was acting, it felt like he'd encountered this before, which I now know to be true.
Just as quickly as the silence came, I started to hear a low buzzing, but it wasn't just a buzzing. I could feel it vibrating through my entire body, so much that my ears and jaw began to hurt. The best way I can describe it is like when you're getting your teeth drilled at the dentist, but worse. Even my vision started to vibrate.
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Chapter 3: What happened when Samantha heard screams in the forest?
And as that happened, I swear I saw a black figure, about seven feet tall, step out from behind the trees in front of me. It started letting out that same scream as it bent down and began crawling toward us. Naturally, I freaked the hell out and stepped back to run. My chief grabbed my arm hard, almost knocking me over, and put his other arm around me as he began to walk me out of the forest.
Just as I was about to fight him and yell for us to run, he said in a calm voice, Don't run, don't talk, don't look back, just keep walking. I did exactly what he said. He obviously knew something I didn't, and as much as I wanted to run, I didn't want to find out what would happen if I did. Those ten minutes were excruciating.
I could tell it was crawling behind us by the buzzing in my head and the faint wailing sound it made. I wanted to run so badly. Eventually, I think it ran off, because all the regular noise of the forest came back and the buzzing stopped. When we got back on the trail, I was shaking. I was in such shock I couldn't even cry.
He let go of me and started walking back to the main base without saying a word about 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
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.
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.
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Chapter 4: What unsettling figure did Samantha encounter in the woods?
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.
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.
It looked man-made, perfectly round, as if someone had been maintaining it. There wasn't a single tree, bush, or even a weed. I was so focused on the lack of vegetation that I almost didn't notice the huge, unmistakable ladder standing right in the center. It was upright and leaning against absolutely nothing like some unknown force was holding it.
I looked up and saw a man at the top, wearing a business suit. It almost seemed comical, like he'd walked straight out of a corporate office. His head was tilted back, staring up at the sky, and his mouth was wide open. I couldn't get a clear view, so I called to him a few times. No response.
I circled the ladder looking for wires or strings, hoping it was some sort of prank or art installation, but I found nothing. He looked like he was on display for some bizarre exhibition. I didn't know what else to do, and I couldn't see my partner, so I radioed him to come over. While waiting, I made the stupid decision to touch the ladder. I know, terrible idea.
Don't touch weird crap you find in the woods. I got a weird feeling just before my hand reached it, but I brushed it off and touched it anyway. The moment I did, the man at the top snapped his neck in this horrifically contorted way to look at me and let out an ungodly gasp, like he was drawing his last breath. His face was still warped in this gaping expression.
Eyelids and lips pulled back as though he were in perpetual shock. I stumbled back and grabbed my taser. just then i heard someone behind me and i spun around taser raised it was my partner hands in the air to avoid getting tased when i looked back the ladder was flat on the ground and the man was gone My partner asked what was going on, so I explained and begged him not to think I was crazy.
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Chapter 5: What was the story behind the mysterious stairs found in the woods?
I guess I figured it'd be hours of quiet, broken up by the occasional hoot of an owl or flicker of a flashlight. So there I was, hiking up the tower's endless steps with a backpack full of coffee, energy drinks, and whatever courage I thought I had. The night air tasted cool, almost damp, and my boots crunched on gravel in a way that echoed like I wasn't the only one listening.
By the time I made it to the top, my legs felt like jelly, but I forced myself to shrug it off. The tower's narrow wooden platform led me into a cramped room with three walls of glass and a fourth wall hosting a door. There was a rickety bed, a tiny kitchen corner with a mini-fridge and a microwave, plus a desk where the comm station sat blinking. I gave the radio a test.
Static popped and hissed, but Donnie's voice came through eventually, saying something about how I'd better make friends with my flashlight because the moon was barely out. That bit of chatter steadied my nerves a bit, like, okay, at least I wasn't alone in the world. I stepped onto the balcony to get a proper look at my surroundings.
Trees stretched in nearly every direction, their tops swaying faintly in the breeze. Off to my right was the lagoon, which looked more like a giant puddle choked with algae, lily pads, and random debris. The water sat way too still for my comfort. Meanwhile, the usual nighttime orchestra kicked up. Frogs, crickets, leaves rustling. It was almost soothing.
I leaned over the balcony rail, scanning the area with binoculars. At first, I spotted nothing except a few moonlit clearings and shadows that I assumed were just logs or rocks. But near one of the ridges, I caught a glimpse of something pale, a shape that stood out against the dark. It looked suspiciously like a person, maybe a kid, wearing a blanket with two big circles where eyes might be.
A ghost costume? In the middle of summer on federal land with no one else around. It threw me off so hard I nearly dropped the binoculars. I blinked, steadying the lenses again. This little ghost thing was still staring straight at the tower. Part of me wanted to believe it was just some leftover prank, but my gut churned in protest. I pulled out my handheld radio and called Donnie.
Hey man, you an earshot? There's... I don't even know how to say this. There's a kid dressed like a ghost on the ridge, right below the big dip in the tree line. Donnie sounded as confused as I was. A ghost? You serious? As a heart attack, I muttered.
could be some lost camper's kid or maybe a runaway want to check it out before it becomes our problem he sighed but agreed fine i'll head that way keep your eyes on em and let me know if they move i caught a flicker of donnie's flashlight weaving through the dark beneath me he wasn't fast but at least he was going in the right direction
I stayed on the balcony, sweeping the binoculars around, glancing back at the ridge every few seconds. The figure didn't move at all, like it was a statue with a bed sheet draped over it. Then, just as Donnie's light got close, his flashlight went out. The beam vanished so abruptly that I thought maybe my eyes tricked me.
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Chapter 6: How did a prank lead to a terrifying night shift for Samantha?
something in those woods had noticed me and i had no intention of sticking around for round two marvin and i trudged toward the ranger station the first rays of sun hitting the trees in a washed-out glow part of me expected to see that soggy figure trailing behind us but every time i looked over my shoulder
it was only empty space maybe that was even scarier it meant it could still be anywhere i'd always believed the night shift was nothing but quiet hours but nothing from this point forward would ever feel normal again When I glanced back at the tower, all I saw was a lonely shape against the morning sky and the silent, unmoving lagoon. But I remembered that scream.
I remembered the hush that followed it, too. And I wondered if maybe it was the woods themselves sending a warning. Some things aren't meant to be watched after dark. At least not by anyone who wants to make it home sane. I knew the night was off to a strange start the minute I checked in. The ranger station, which normally felt like a second home to me, seemed smaller and lonelier than usual.
Even the warm glow from the overhead lights couldn't chase away the gloom pouring in from the windows. i stepped inside figuring i'd see pat marcus and dana gathered around the battered table in the corner trading jokes while we waited out another quiet shift instead i found them pacing around each one fiddling with equipment or rechecking logs it was my turn to do a final walkthrough outside
Usually I enjoy strolling around under the moonlight, scoping out the treeline for raccoons or wandering deer. Tonight, the moon was hidden behind roiling clouds, and the path beyond the station was pitch black. The wind whipped across the roof, making the beams groan. I half wondered if the entire structure would shake itself apart.
After a few minutes of testing the locks and listening for anything unusual, I stepped back inside, my jacket dripping with cold dew. Pat gave me this look that said, all good out there? And I nodded, but I didn't really feel certain. Before I could settle at the desk, Dana spoke up. She's usually the practical one, never letting gossip or superstitions rattle her, but her expression was guarded.
She asked if we'd ever heard rumors about the Phantom of Hollow Grove. Marcus let out a nervous laugh, but Pat's face turned serious. Dana explained how this old local legend had been passed around since before any of us were hired, a name tied to unexplained vanishings, especially when the moon was at its fullest.
she didn't sound like she was spinning a campfire story her voice was calm too calm like she was remembering something unsettling the station lights flickered just then it might have been a hiccup in the power but it made every single nerve in me go on alert even the fireplace which usually made the room cozy seemed to cast weird shadows across the walls.
Pat ventured to the window and peered out. The glass was flecked with condensation, making it tough to see anything but vague outlines of trees shifting in the wind. Marcus, normally the easy-going one, was already double-checking the radio, as if he expected to need backup at any second. I felt this nagging urge to go outside again, to scan the perimeter and be absolutely sure we were alone.
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Chapter 7: What legend did Dana share about the Phantom of Hollow Grove?
They never left a single fingerprint. We all glanced around, half expecting to see those hooded figures lurking right outside our windows. Dana's story was unnerving enough, but she wasn't done. She mentioned the little wooden bundle she discovered later, lying in the corner near the supply closet.
a pile of twigs bound with a strip of ribbon so tightly knotted that she had to use a knife to cut it no one in the department could explain it and eventually someone just tossed it in a box to be forgotten that was the same day the break-in happened she said so call me paranoid if you want but i've spent every day since wondering why those people came in and who they really were maybe it has something to do with all the old stories about this place
Or maybe we just got unlucky, but either way, I still can't shake the feeling it's not over. She finished talking, and the little hum of our electrical devices was the only noise left. I was imagining Henry's headlights reflecting on a figure half-hidden by trunk and branch, waving them away like it was granting mercy. Dana blinked a few times, as if waking from a bad dream.
And that's when I realized her story had changed the air in the room. We weren't just rangers killing time on another routine shift. We were four uneasy souls perched in a remote station, with something out there in the darkness. A presence that might help us, or harm us. And we had no way of knowing which.
We all fell silent after Dana finished her story, like we were waiting for the shadows outside to respond. Pat broke the tension first, clearing his throat and suggesting a perimeter check. It should have been routine, but every step felt heavy.
i volunteered to team up with dana while pat and marcus swept the back outside the air was colder than before the station's floodlight didn't reach far so most of the yard was barely visible i noticed how the wind had died down it made every noise echo like the forest was an empty stage waiting for an actor to appear
Dana and I started circling around the side, flashlights bouncing off twisted branches and soggy undergrowth. I tried to calm my breathing, telling myself we were just being thorough. Yet it felt like we were trespassing on something's territory. A few yards from the storage shed, our beams picked up footprints, barefoot, pressed into the mud.
They veered in a weird, meandering path toward the tree line. I glanced at Dana, who knelt and prodded one of the prints with her fingers. They were fresh enough to still glisten with moisture. Goosebumps prickled along my arms. Nobody sane would walk around barefoot at this hour. Suddenly, a branch snapped in the distance, louder than it should have been.
My flashlight swung toward the tree line, finding nothing but dark shapes. Then I spotted a tiny wooden figure perched on a fallen log, a crude stick person tied with a thread the color of dried blood. For a moment, I could have sworn it tilted its head at me. I knew that was impossible, but it felt real. Dana approached slowly, her steps careful. She reached out and lifted the figure.
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