Deep Woods Horror Stories | Something Is Living Out There
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What does the host say in the opening intro and why should listeners subscribe?
There's something about the deep woods that pulls people in. Miles from the nearest paved road, the trees get older, the ground gets softer, and the only sounds are the ones you make yourself. It feels untouched, it feels safe. But as the people in tonight's stories discovered, the farther in you go, the less the woods belong to you. Before we begin, if you like scary stories, Stories, subscribe or follow for three new episodes every week. And if you like listening on the go, or for sleep, check out Just Creepy on Spotify or wherever you get your podcasts. If you enjoy the episode, please consider leaving a review or rating. It really helps the show. Thank you. So now let's turn off the lights, get comfortable, and get into these Deep Woods horror stories.
This happened three years ago in the mountains of North Georgia. My son, Nate, was sixteen at the time. He's nineteen now and still won't go camping. I haven't been back to the property where it happened, even though I'm still the legal owner. The property belonged to my father. It was twenty six acres outside a small town in Georgia, most of it steep woods, with a small cabin near the room. The top of a ridge. My father bought the land in the late 80s and built the cabin himself. It wasn't a vacation rental or anything fancy. It had one bedroom, a little kitchen, a wood stove, and a covered porch. Electricity came from a generator in a shed. Water came from a spring farther up the hill. I'd gone there a few times when I was a kid.
My father and I fished for trout, cut firewood, and slept in old army cots on the porch. I don't remember ever being afraid there. The only thing I didn't like was how far the cabin was from everything. Once we turned off the paved road, it took nearly 40 minutes to reach it. The last mile was a narrow logging road with a drop on one side and a dirt bank on the other. There was no place to turn around until you reached the cabin. My parents divorced when I was twelve, and after that, I stopped going. My father kept the property, but he rarely talked about it. We weren't estranged exactly. We saw each other on holidays and spoke every few weeks. We just weren't close in the way we had been when I was young.
He died in January after a short illness. The cabin and the land were the only things he left directly to me. For most of that year, I did nothing with them. I was handling his house, his truck, bank paperwork, and everything else that comes after a parent dies. The cabin stayed near the bottom of the list. Then, In early November, I got a notice from the insurance company saying they needed current pictures of the roof and proof that the place had been winterized. If I couldn't provide either, they were going to drop the policy. I decided I would drive up on a Friday, spend Saturday checking the place, and come home Sunday morning. Nate asked to go with me. He'd only met my father a handful of times, and I think he was curious about the part of the family none of us talked about much.
He was also at that age where he spent most weekends in his room, so I was happy he wanted to come. We left our house south of Macon a little after six in the morning. The drive took About four hours with stops. In town, we bought groceries, two bags of ice, gas for the generator, and a cheap plastic tarp in case the roof was leaking. Nate got beef jerky, powdered donuts, and enough energy drinks to last a month. I bought sandwich meat, canned chili, coffee, and a pack of batteries. The last town was already behind us. When I realized I hadn't told anyone the exact address. My wife knew the general area and expected us home by Sunday afternoon. I tried to send her the location, but my phone had already lost service.
That didn't worry me. I remembered there being a payphone at a little country store near the paved road, and we were only staying two nights. The logging road was rougher than I remembered. In several places, weeds brushed both sides of the truck. Rain had cut narrow channels through the dirt, and loose rock made the tires slide on the steeper parts.
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Chapters
8 chapters
1
What does the host say in the opening intro and why should listeners subscribe?
0:15–12:39
2
How does the narrator describe the journey to the abandoned cabin and what preparations are made?
12:39–23:36
3
What strange voice does the narrator first hear from the hollow and how do they react?
23:36–34:28
4
What do the narrator and Nate discover when they investigate the crawl‑space hatch and panels?
34:28–49:09
5
How does the encounter with the unknown forest creature unfold and what does it look like?
49:09–1:04:49
6
How do the narrator and Nate escape the creature and what obstacles do they face while driving away?
1:04:49–1:12:41
7
What do the sheriff’s deputies find at the cabin and what is learned about the missing woman?
1:12:41–1:20:23
8
What is the final resolution for Carrie and the narrator after the rescue?
1:20:23–1:21:16
Speakers
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