Just Creepy: Scary Stories
Scary Forest Stories For A Horrific, Terrifying, And Sleepless Night
Mon, 27 Jan 2025
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Chapter 1: What is the first story about?
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.
Chapter 2: What strange experiences happened during the night hike?
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.
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.
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Chapter 3: What did the group encounter on the trail?
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."
I asked if we could leave, and the others immediately agreed, which scared me because it meant they were also afraid. We headed back down the way we came, and it felt like it took forever. We were moving quickly, but it seemed like we weren't making any progress. I even said, "'This feels much longer,' and they agreed. I kept shining my flashlight behind me.
My husband kept looking off to the sides." and my friend mostly pointed hers forward. I felt like something was watching us. I couldn't tell which footsteps were ours, and which weren't. If I heard a noise, I'd shine my light that way, but never saw anything. My husband said he kept catching eyes in his flashlight.
It could have been a raccoon or something else, but he worried it might be a bear or a big dog. He couldn't keep his light on them long enough to identify whatever it was. Eventually, we were on a flatter section of the trail. A log fence, or handrail, was on our right, and we were walking in a row, close to it. Suddenly, my husband stopped and said, "'What's that?' in more of an alarmed tone.
I pointed my headlamp but didn't see anything at first." then my husband's lights caught a shape and so did mine and then my friend's all six lights illuminated a light gray creature it was crouched kneeling on its right leg and began turning toward us it slowly stood up my mind was racing
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Chapter 4: What did they see in the orchard?
leaves and twigs crunched in its wake nicole cursed under her breath and i stumbled backward eyes scanning the orchard for any sign of it that's when she pointed out another shape lurking a few yards deeper a broader figure standing completely still Its eyes, dull and whitish, stared our way like a pair of dead orbs.
We both stood there, hearts pounding, not sure whether to run or speak or simply stand our ground. In the end, our instincts chose for us. We backed away, one step at a time, refusing to look away from those glowing eyes. The creature stayed rooted, as if it was letting us leave on our own.
Once we turned and began speeding up, the orchard broke into a frenzy of noise, branches snapping, leaves rustling. i couldn't tell if it was behind us or somewhere off to the side all i knew was that we had to get out by the time we reached the yard my chest felt tight and nicole's face had lost all color we slammed the back door locked it and stared at each other breaths ragged
I realized I still had the flashlight death-gripped in my hand. She leaned against the wall, trying to calm down, and finally looked at me with an expression that said it all. This wasn't just our imaginations. Those prints. That lean-to. Those things. They were very real.
We dragged ourselves to the living room where the sun shining through the windows felt almost surreal after what we'd just seen. Neither of us spoke for a good few minutes. Then Nicole whispered that she couldn't shake the feeling they knew we were coming, like we'd walked into their domain uninvited. And I had to agree.
It was as though the orchard had been anticipating our return, waiting to reveal how it had changed, and to show us that we weren't the only ones prowling those twisted rows of trees. That evening, Nicole and I huddled in the living room, the only light coming from a single lamp that cast jittery shadows on the walls. Outside, the orchard loomed, all dark trunks and twisted branches.
A storm was brewing. Gusts rattled the windows, making us flinch at every sudden noise. Neither of us wanted to head upstairs, so we made a silent pact to stay up and keep an eye on the backyard. Part of me hated the idea, like if I looked hard enough, I might invite something to stare back, but ignoring it felt worse. Midnight approached, and the wind kicked up, whipping leaves around the yard.
In the faint glow of the porch light, I noticed a shape dart between the trees. I nudged Nicole, and she killed the lamp, plunging us into near darkness. Through the window I could make out what seemed to be one of those long-limbed figures, head tilted as if listening for us. I found myself gripping the windowsill with tense fingers.
We stood there for what felt like forever until the figure drifted out of sight behind the orchard line. Nicole whispered that we needed to follow it, that maybe this was a chance to learn something.
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Chapter 5: What happened when they returned to the orchard?
a surge of terror roiled in my chest and my flashlight trembled the beam dancing across twisted roots we heard heavy breathing ours maybe theirs and the orchard seemed charged with a restless energy we bolted Branches tore at my jacket, tripping me up as Nicole and I sprinted toward the fence, adrenaline pounding in our ears. Behind us, we caught fleeting movements in the darkness.
Part of me thought they were chasing us, but when we reached the fence line, everything went eerily calm, like the orchard exhaled once we crossed out of its domain. We stumbled into the house, locked the door, and collapsed onto the living room floor.
my heart hammered so hard i felt dizzy nicole looked just as rattled tears threatening at the corners of her eyes we sat there both of us struggling to process that clearing those silent watching figures and the feeling that we had intruded on something ancient and territorial By morning, neither of us could pretend this was just an overblown childhood fantasy anymore.
We packed our bags, quietly deciding to leave Redwood Falls. A weight of dread clung to me, though, like we were only postponing the inevitable. Those things in the orchard had seen us, recognized us, and somehow, I couldn't shake the idea that we'd been allowed to leave, this time."
I'd been burying myself in work for weeks, churning through endless shifts and coming home with barely any time to eat or crash. My head felt like it was in a vice from all the stress, so the idea of a midnight walk on the wooded trail behind my neighborhood started sounding pretty good.
It used to be my favorite place to clear my thoughts, a straightforward path, usually quiet except for the hum of crickets and the soft crackle of leaves underfoot.
i stepped onto the trail taking in the surprisingly still air i expected the usual night-time chorus but everything felt muted my flashlight beam cut through the darkness in a narrow arc revealing only the next few feet of dirt and tangled roots
the hush unsettled me so i kept moving hoping the rhythmic motion of walking would calm my nerves with each step i tried to convince myself i was just being jumpy after a long shift about a mile into the forest a noise caught my attention a rustle in the leaves to my left like someone stepping off trail
My first thought was that it might be another late night walker, but whoever it was didn't say anything or respond when I paused and took a quick look around. I shouted a casual greeting, hoping to ease the tension. Nothing. The silence weighed heavier after that. I flicked off my flashlight, standing dead still in the dark, straining to pick up any sign of movement. Not a single branch swayed.
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Chapter 6: What was the final confrontation with the creature?
The night felt thick, as if the air itself was holding back a secret. i took a breath and turned the light back on deciding to head back my steps were faster this time only a minute later there was a distinct crunch of foliage behind me instead of sounding like a person strolling it reminded me of something moving in a way humans don't
i whipped around shining my flashlight at the trees but spotted nothing besides a few crooked trunks and the dull glow of their bark i barked a warning telling whoever might be out there to knock it off and that i wasn't in the mood for games no voice answered There was just a long stretch of waiting, like the woods were testing how long I'd stand my ground.
I caught the flash of something pale between the trees, just for a split second, but it stood out starkly in the blackness. My throat tightened in a wave of panic I'd never quite experienced before. Whatever I glimpsed was hairless, a shape that seemed all arms and legs, like it was built to be on all fours. It moved in an almost fluid way, vanishing before I could focus on its exact form.
I felt pinned in place by an awful sense that it was still near. Suddenly, a burst of motion stirred behind me again, and I spun, fists clenched around my flashlight. This time, a laugh, I can only call it that, reverberated through the trees. The sound was unlike any normal laughter, higher pitched with an unnatural rasp that made every instinct in me scream to run. I did.
I sprinted until I hit the familiar edge of the trail, stumbling onto the streetlights. At my door I fumbled with my keys, half expecting to find that thing right behind me, wearing that distorted grin I'd imagined in the darkness. Once I got inside, my entire body was shaking. I locked every door and window, peering out into the shadows as if it could slip under the porch light at any second.
Later, I told the cops I'd run into a suspicious person. I couldn't bring myself to describe the tall, pale figure on all fours, or the spine-tingling laugh. Saying it out loud felt absurd, like admitting I'd crossed into some twisted nightmare. but the sight of that form in my flashlight's beam refused to leave my mind. And in my gut, I knew I'd have to go back.
If I didn't, that nameless, mocking presence would haunt me forever. I spent the next day stuck in a restless fog. My nerves were still raw from that freakish encounter, and even though I tried explaining it to my closest friends over text, I could tell they were skeptical, like they figured I was overtired or half delirious. But I wasn't about to let it go.
I invited three of them over, pretty much pleading for backup. I told them every detail, right down to the bizarre laugh that echoed through the darkness. They kept exchanging glances, torn between curiosity and thinking I'd completely lost it.
after a solid hour of me pacing around my living room and rehashing the events they finally agreed to come with me two of them brought pistols one slung a shotgun over his shoulder and i triple checked the batteries for our flashlights jokes flowed while we prepped it was their way of dealing with the tension My own anxiety didn't budge, though.
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