7 TRUE Wilderness HORROR Stories | Skinwalker, Deep Woods, Cryptid
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What is the setting of the first wilderness story?
At sunrise, you can feel like you're the only person left on Earth in a strangely comforting way. But once you realize how alone you truly are, that comfort can twist into something else entirely. My siblings and I kept ourselves entertained by exploring these massive gravel pits on the outskirts of our property. We called it our secret base, though there was nothing secret about it. It was just a big dusty area filled with holes, a few rocks, and a rusted out sign or two warning people to keep out. Naturally, that made it even more exciting for us. We'd play survival games, pretend we were lost in some epic wilderness. It was the kind of place that felt exhilarating in broad daylight. Yet at the same time, it was always unnervingly quiet back there.
One afternoon, all three of us decided to see how far we could go into the pit before freaking ourselves out. We trudged deeper than usual, ignoring the nagging sense that we were treading on ground nobody else bothered with. the silence grew more intense like the surrounding desert wanted us to know it was paying attention then we saw it-a tepee someone had taken thick logs freshly cut judging by the pale wood and arranged them into a surprisingly well-built structure but there are no real trees to speak of in that area just dusty shrubs in the occasional scrawny bush
What creepy discovery did the siblings make in the gravel pit?
The three of us stood there, gaping at this weird teepee that had no business existing out in the gravel pits. For a second, I toyed with the idea of going closer, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I saw that same hesitation in my siblings' eyes. So we backed away, acting tough and casual on the outside, but feeling pretty rattled under the surface. A few days later, curiosity got the better of us, so we returned. We inched around a bend in the pit, and that's when we noticed a dark shape spread out on the ground in front of the teepee's entrance. It turned out to be a crow, or a raven, split straight down the middle. The wings had been stretched out, and there was zero blood anywhere. It was as if someone had dissected the creature in the cleanest, most precise way possible. one of my siblings let out a muffled gasp and i remember wanting to say something comforting but my throat refused to cooperate without another word we scurried home each of us pretending we weren't absolutely disturbed by what we'd seen we tried to show our mom a little while later
some part of me hoping we'd simply overreacted but the teepee was gone not a single branch remained as if it had never been there my mom shot us a skeptical look which just made it all more unsettling we were left with the memory of that crow and the eerie feeling that whoever built the teepee didn't want us bringing any outsiders around after that i started noticing oddities wherever i went a patch of footprints leading nowhere a hush falling over the yard at twilight or the way the desert seemed to stare back whenever i glanced at the horizon i liked to act like it was no big deal but deep down part of me dreaded that i'd stumble onto another scene like the one at the gravel pit and next time there might not be an exit route so conveniently open I've always loved the night sky out here.
It's colossal and clear, like a dome of scattered diamonds, and if I'm not too distracted by everything that comes with living in the middle of nowhere, I might even find it peaceful. Sometimes, I'd hop into the bed of our pickup, lie back with a jacket tucked under my head, and watch shooting stars streak overhead. the distant mooing of cattle and shouts of farm hands became a nightly sound-track until one night something changed that evening the cows started getting rowdy at the usual hour but over the course of a few minutes there was a shift in tone one particular cow began making sounds that were too human
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Chapters
6 chapters
1
What is the setting of the first wilderness story?
0:41–2:07
2
What creepy discovery did the siblings make in the gravel pit?
2:07–4:42
3
What strange noises disrupted the narrator's stargazing?
4:42–7:44
4
What unsettling experience occurred during the camping trip?
7:44–19:33
5
What terrifying encounter happened after a night of hunting?
19:33–36:46
6
What connection did the narrator make between the ferret and the deer?
36:46–1:01:43
Speakers
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