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Best Scary Stories of January 2025 | Deep Woods, Camping, Middle of Nowhere, Forest
Fri, 31 Jan 2025
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Chapter 1: What mysterious creature was spotted in the woods?
Okay, so I have no idea what we saw that night. I've searched everywhere for sightings or even myths around the area where we saw it, and I've found nothing. If anyone has any idea what we saw, or if anyone else has seen it, please let me know. My husband and I think it could be a wendigo, but I'm not sure. I haven't heard anyone else say they've seen anything like it in Red River Gorge.
I guess I want help figuring out what we saw and what to do. After the night I'm about to describe, I think we've had a few close encounters with it since. My friends and I go camping a lot, and my favorite place is Red River Gorge, Kentucky. We go there often, and I've been going ever since I was an infant. I'm 28 now, married with a kid, and I still go.
It's the closest place to where I live where you can see the Milky Way on almost every clear night. It's perfect for stargazing, and I see a shooting star nearly every time I'm there. When we go without our kid, we'll night hike to a good lookout point and stargaze for hours.
Our first experiences night hiking were on trails we knew well and that were used frequently during the day, ones with log fences and gazebo resting places. The most used trail is in Natural Bridge State Park and leads up to the Natural Bridge. It's around two miles uphill, depending on where you start. I've done this trail every summer of my life and could do it blindfolded.
It has wooden steps, carved rock steps, log handrails and multiple sitting areas under a roof plus trash cans. But after you reach the main trailhead, there are no lights at all. While it is uphill, the difficulty level is low. As long as you have good shoes and water, you'll be fine. My friends have done it with me multiple times and are confident with it too.
Technically, hiking this trail at night isn't allowed, but I've never really cared about closing times for the outdoors. When we used this main trail to hike to the top, we would park in the lot designated for the pool and Hoedown Island. You walk across the road leading to the pool, and you're at the first trail marker.
You go up gravel for a while, past the Natural Bridge State Park Lodge, and there's a waterfall and some lights, so it's best to walk quickly and watch out for rangers who might tell you to leave. Then you cross another road and there's a small shelter or a rock wall to rest on. That's where the trail to the top really begins. The night started off strange.
As soon as we began hiking, the clouds rolled in and it looked like stargazing might be a bust. We went anyway, hoping it would clear by the time we got to the top.
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Chapter 2: What happened during the night hike in Red River Gorge?
at first we were just dealing with the usual paranoia that comes with night hiking it kept us stressed and quiet you know you've reached the bottom of the bridge when you see a giant wall of limestone at that time there was a gazebo to the right of this wall and the trail continued alongside it We had just come up a fairly steep part of the trail, so the gazebo was a welcome spot to rest.
My husband, my best friend at the time, and I all sat on the gazebo steps. The bench under the roof was even darker, so we stayed on the steps, facing down the trail that runs along the limestone wall. Each of us had a bright LED headlamp and a handheld flashlight.
we didn't look at each other much because the lights were so bright we sat in a line like the last supper and would walk in a line or staggered to avoid blinding each other it was after hours by then no ski lift rides had gone on for hours and the rangers had already done their final sweep and left right before we got out of the car the ski lift takes you to the top
but the workers there do a head count and only leave after everything is clear. I'm mentioning this because that's what I was thinking about when, out of nowhere, a girl with a headlamp started walking down the trail in front of us. She was wearing a sundress and flip-flops. This hike is uphill and might be considered easy, but not in flip-flops, with no water, and at night.
She would have had to hike up and then back down alone without being seen by any ranger." her light was bright and when she reached the spot where the trail curves from in front of the gazebo down to where we came from she stopped she stood there straight like an anatomical drawing facing us we had six led lights aimed at her face but she didn't turn away or seem bothered at all I said, Hello.
She replied very slowly, pausing between words, something like, Hello, how are you? I said something like, Good, how are you? And she took even longer pauses before saying, Oh, I'm fine. Then she just stood there, hands at her sides, staring. Her light was so bright I had to shield my eyes. Then she turned and walked slowly down the trail we had just come up.
She reached a bend, stayed there for a minute, and then the light vanished. We waited a while before continuing. I kept saying how weird that was, but everyone else brushed it off as me being jumpy. The fact remained, though, no one came after her. She'd done this alone, at night, and wasn't caught by any ranger. We got up and started again to the top.
It felt like it took way longer than usual, but we eventually made it. there are stone steps called fat man's squeeze that take you to the top of the bridge and you can walk across it while up there we heard twigs snapping almost alternating from left to right we lay down trying to stargaze but the clouds had only gotten thicker It was miserably hot.
Every so often, we heard voices, and my husband kept checking, but he never saw anyone. We saw a quick flash of light with no person attached to it, and we heard a bird call that sounded more like a human imitating a bird, very rhythmic, not natural. I was convinced we weren't alone and hadn't been alone for a while, but I'm the most easily spooked of the group."
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Chapter 3: What terrifying encounter occurred while camping?
she got here before me which made sense she was always the early bird of the family she forced a smile though her eyes gave her away she was on edge too probably remembering those same unexplainable things we never talked about once we moved away mom offered to make us both tea which was basically her polite way of giving nicole and me space to catch up privately
The house smelled like old floorboards and dust, stirring that sense of being a kid again, freaking out over every bump in the night. Later, when Mom and Dad turned in early, Nicole and I ended up in the living room. Yellow light from an antique lamp cast long shadows across the walls.
she asked me what i'd seen so far i shrugged and pretended everything was fine the orchard was the last thing i wanted to discuss but somehow we circled right back to it we both kept glancing out the window half expecting something to loom near the fence eventually we went upstairs to check out our old rooms mine felt frozen in time same faded posters same creaky bed same curtains fluttering in the draft
I dropped my suitcase on the floor and looked out the window at the thick cluster of fruit trees. Rain clouds had rolled in, so the orchard was just a dark blur. Instinct told me not to stare too long, but I couldn't help it. My chest felt tight, like I'd swallowed a stone. Something about that place always set me on edge.
When I finally peeled myself from the window, I heard Nicole in the hallway. She asked if I remembered how we used to sneak out there during the afternoons, leaving behind random trinkets, books, leftovers, even shiny rocks we thought looked cool. We used to laugh about forest friends. I kind of froze. It wasn't so funny now, not after the things that happened in that orchard.
Our parents always chalked it up to overactive imaginations. But deep down, we knew we'd seen too much to dismiss." i gestured for nicole to come into my room and we shut the door quietly she looked nervous chewing her lip the way she does when she's stressed i asked her if she truly remembered seeing those shapes and she nodded before i even finished the question
She explained she still got nightmares from time to time, always involving tall silhouettes lurking behind warped trees. Hearing it in her voice made my stomach clench. We'd never actually admitted this stuff to each other, not this directly. It was late, so we decided to call it a night, but sleep didn't come easy.
I kept thinking I might hear something outside or notice a figure gliding past the window. My mind spun with possibilities. Maybe I'd step out in the morning and discover footprints in the wet grass. Or perhaps something else entirely was waiting, hidden just beyond my line of sight. I tried to stay rational, telling myself it was just the heaviness of the past playing tricks.
But that unease kept gnawing at me, and I couldn't relax. Before I crawled under the sheets, I took one last glance at the orchard. The clouds had cleared a bit, and the moonlight gave the trees a ghostly shine. I didn't see anything move, but I sure as hell felt watched. It was as if that entire stretch of land had been anticipating my return.
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Chapter 4: How did the farm experience a series of strange incidents?
The plan was to set up a camera pointing into the deeper brush while the rest of us crouched in a semicircle, ready to flip on the biggest spotlight if we sensed any movement. One friend positioned motion sensors around the perimeter, carefully masking them behind fallen logs or thick bushes.
another was in charge of the night vision feed squinting at the small monitor we'd rigged up in a backpack time seemed to crawl we whispered back and forth trying to stay alert without giving ourselves away for long stretches the only sound was our own breathing Then something shifted to our left. The faint noise of leaves rustling, too rhythmic to be the breeze.
We glanced in that direction, barely able to see beyond a few feet. My heart thudded like a war drum. The sensors didn't go off, but the night vision guy muttered that he saw a flicker of movement on his monitor. We aimed the light in that direction, but the undergrowth was so thick it felt like we were illuminating nothing. A minute crawled by, then another.
just as we were starting to think it might have been an animal a loud scrape echoed from our right the complete opposite side it was the kind of sound you'd hear if something dragged across the forest floor we all whipped around my friend with the shotgun dropped into a firing stance muzzle aiming into the shadows
i panned my flashlight over the area but it reflected off something pale for barely an instant the next second a sudden cackle tore through the silence as if mocking our attempt at vigilance my nerves had felt raw before but that sound magnified everything The friend with the shotgun took the shot without hesitation.
The flash lit up a grotesque outline, elongated limbs, skin that looked ghostly white under the bright light. It recoiled, letting out a guttural shriek that rattled the branches overhead. Another friend fired as well, and I saw a flurry of movement as whatever it was lunged sideways out of view.
The cameras captured flickers of it darting behind a mass of tangled brush before the night vision feed cut to static.
we heard the thrashing of branches as it sped deeper into the woods one friend swung the spotlight that way revealing nothing but swaying leaves for a moment i wondered if we'd actually heard it or just made it furious there was no real time to think though a mocking laugh echoed again this time more distant
it sounded bizarrely giddy like it was toying with us we debated chasing it part of us wanted to finish what we started but a colder more rational side pointed out that we were outmatched in its territory we'd lost our night vision feed and stumbling around in the dark while it crept through the trees seemed like a death wish
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Chapter 5: What experiences led to the couple's retreat from the woods?
In the rearview mirror, I saw my pupils were abnormally large, and my eyelids were puffy, tender, and red. Maybe it was just fear combined with the darkness, but it was still unsettling. I realized later I'd left my Bible, my stuffed rabbit, and my Ziploc bag of dirt in the circle. I thought about going back the next day when it was light out, but I never did.
I still wonder and worry about who might have my things now. Rock Island is a state park located at the tip of Door County, Wisconsin, on Lake Michigan. It's a difficult place to get to. To reach the island, you have to take a car ferry from Ellison Bay to Washington Island, drive across Washington Island to Jackson Harbor, then take a pedestrian-only ferry to Rock Island.
No vehicles or bikes are allowed on Rock Island. Even though the island is relatively small, about 975 acres, it has an interesting history. In the early 1600s, it was inhabited by a tribe of Potawatomi Native Americans, as well as a small fishing village of European settlers.
The two groups did not trust each other and had a few bad encounters that almost led to violence, but for the most part they lived peacefully together. By the 1640s, the Potawatomi had migrated to other parts of Wisconsin. Shortly after the Potawatomi left the island, some settlers from the fishing village reported seeing a new group of people there.
They seemed to be more white settlers, but they wore strange clothes and kept to themselves. No one from the fishing village was ever able to speak with these newcomers, or even find where they were living. It was around this time that strange things started happening in the village.
Several animals, possibly pigs or chickens kept by the settlers, were found slaughtered and it seemed their blood had been used to make markings on some of the buildings. On a different night, a building used for preserving meat burned down.
The villagers believed these acts were done by the new people on the island and searched thoroughly, including the wooded inland area, but never found a single person. These strange occurrences seemed to stop soon after the search, and none of the other newcomers were ever seen again. In 1836, the Potawatomi Lighthouse was built on the northern part of the island.
After construction was finished, the lighthouse was inspected, and it was reported that the material of which the lighthouse and dwelling are made are of the best quality, and that the work is done in a substantive and workmanlike manner.
on december nineteenth eighteen thirty seven david e corbin was appointed the first keeper of the light only three years later in eighteen forty despite the apparent quality of the lighthouse corbin complained that plaster was beginning to fall off
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Chapter 6: Which paranormal phenomena were reported in Tennessee?
The lighthouse keepers were sometimes called Keepers of the Flame. And there was also a 19th century cult said to visit the island, calling themselves the same. I know hundreds of people visit Rock Island every year and have a great time camping, hiking, and exploring Thorderson's buildings. My humble suggestion is this. Do not go to Rock Island.
I wake up before sunrise, same as always, and slip on my boots. There's a strange heaviness in the farmhouse air, but I chalk it up to early morning grogginess and push the feeling aside. Outside, fog settles over the fields, blurring the boundary between our pastures and the foothills. Normally that view calms me, the hush before chores begin.
But today, I can't shake the prickling sense that something is off. I head toward the barn to check the feed and water troughs. At first glance, everything looks normal. The cattle huddle together in the early morning chill, a light breeze stirring stray pieces of hay around my ankles. Still, my nerves are on edge. It's been months since the first cow disappeared with no explanation.
You'd think time would soothe my anxiety, but the lack of answers only stirs it up more. I remember that awful morning when we searched every hollow and ridge, hoping to find tracks or any sign of a struggle. Instead, all we discovered were those flattened circles in the grass, as if something massive had pressed down from above, and two vehicles—
both inexplicably drained of gas, parked right by those eerie patterns. We told ourselves it had to be some kind of prank or a freak coincidence, but the memory still makes my teeth clench. I shake off the thoughts and get back to my chores, counting heads, checking fence lines, making sure there haven't been any breakouts.
The herd seems fine, and as the sun climbs, the fog rolls back to reveal the entire farm.
i know every inch of this land by heart i grew up on it but lately walking these fields unsettles me some nights i circle the property three or four times to ensure everything's locked up i tell myself it's just caution but deep down i recognize it as dread after a brief talk with my husband we decide to keep a close watch around the spot where the first cow vanished
it's near the property line where a few ragged cedar posts and rusty wire mark our boundary no recent vehicle troubles have cropped up but i still find myself scanning the ground half expecting to see those flattened impressions again
nothing shows up which somehow feels even more ominous like the farm is holding back some vital clue by midday the sun is brutal and the cows lays in the shade i linger by the fence scanning for anything any sign that might explain what happened but it's quiet too quiet
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Chapter 7: What happened during the strange night in the cabin?
almost as if there were invisible or camouflaged things out there that I wouldn't have seen if not for the fog. While watching the fog, I noticed a white truck that had driven by twice already. I could hear a man and a woman yelling at each other. The truck stopped at the stop sign in front of my house, and the woman got out screaming at the man, then slammed the door. He drove off fast.
and she proceeded to walk into the woods across the street from me which was strange because there's nothing back there except for blue holes until you reach the bay if i walk straight out my front door there are no houses or civilization only trees and those artificial lakes blue holes left over from sand plants until you hit the delaware bay
About five minutes after the woman walked into the woods, things went from weird to absolutely, unbelievably scary and strange. The most reality-shattering event that has ever happened to me. I was still looking at the movement I'd been seeing in the fog when I heard a very loud noise coming from the woods. It sounded like metal being ripped apart.
There isn't a good comparison for this sound because it was so unearthly. I'm sure it wasn't natural. That sound lasted about 10 to 15 seconds, then abruptly stopped and was replaced by another noise, which I felt more than I heard. Imagine being aware of a huge sound happening near you, but it's at a frequency your ears can't quite pick up. That's the best way I can describe it.
This sound remained constant through the rest of the experience. At this point, I'll probably lose some people, and I know how crazy this sounds, but as I was getting used to the sound, it felt like something reached out to me mentally, without words, conveying a feeling of calm and a heads-up or warning about what was about to happen.
It felt as if it was checking my reaction to what I was currently experiencing, like a security check. While I felt this sense of calm, I noticed a light in the sky that seemed to have risen out of the woods, maybe five or six miles away. It was just a ball of light in the distance, but somehow, I knew it was coming toward me, even though it wasn't moving very fast.
right after noticing the light in the sky i got more freaked out than i have ever been in my life in the woods across the street from me no more than fifty yards away these orbs of light started to appear i could see some flicker into existence they were all white lights which didn't illuminate the area around them as you would expect from flashlights.
There were probably 12 to 16 of these orbs, and they moved in a totally smooth manner. Besides the trail to get into the woods, the area is dense and filled with thorn bushes, so it just wouldn't be possible for people to move where these lights were moving, let alone do it so smoothly.
I'm positive they weren't people with flashlights because of the terrain and the characteristics of the orbs themselves. I watched the orbs move around for about a minute, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Then I looked back up at the sky and saw a craft coming practically right toward me, only about one thousand yards away by that point.
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Chapter 8: How did the narrator's encounter with the unknown change their perspective?
I remember vividly leaning toward the middle of the back seat so I could look out the front windshield, trying to calm down and confirm we were in the clear. From my angle, I saw movement in the headlights, and a pair of eyes reflecting back at us, far too near to miss hitting whatever it was.
but the driver slammed on the brakes anyway and we skidded along the dirt road i watched as we slid straight into the eyes shining in the headlights bracing for an impact that never came we slid right past them and came to a stop somewhere near the middle of an intersection of dirt roads After a moment of stunned silence and a round of, is everyone alright?
We opened the car doors and got out, looking around for signs of whatever we'd hit, though I never felt any impact. There was nothing. No damage to the car and no noise in the immediate area. A cold chill crept along my skin as I turned in place, taking in the narrow crossroads poorly illuminated by the headlights.
I repressed the urge to shiver and gave up the search, calling out that I'd found nothing, and heading back to my open car door. I'd taken only a few steps before I found myself rooted to the spot, an icy fear rippling across my skin and seizing my chest. Even as the wind gusted over us, I heard the edges of that awful shrieking begin to creep in.
We all stood there for a moment, equal parts terrified and fascinated, and just like before, the volume steadily climbed as if to signal an approach. Almost as one, we scrambled back into the car, slamming the doors and getting ready to take off. I still remember a certain mad curiosity lingering in the back of my mind.
A part of me even then wanted to know what the source was, because I'm fully certain it wasn't the wind. As before, the sound quickly faded behind us as we sped down the dirt road. No more shining eyes appeared to impede our escape. After perhaps 40 minutes of driving, we turned onto a paved highway and headed back into town. After that, night driving became a much less popular pastime.
We rarely discussed what happened that night, and though I've moved far away from that windblown dust bowl, I can't deny that I still stop and listen whenever the wind picks up, hoping against hope I never hear that cold shriek again.
As I was writing out this encounter with the unknown, I did some follow-up research on paranormal phenomena or mythological accounts that might be consistent with what happened. I'm sorry to say I didn't find much to corroborate my experience. There's some lore about crossroads at midnight, which isn't super helpful since it was considerably later than midnight.
I'd appreciate any information or insight, if there is any to be had. And of course, if you don't believe me, I don't blame you. I've been searching for some semblance of similarity to someone else's encounter for three years now, hoping another's experience might align, even a bit, with my own, to validate it.
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