Terrifying Canadian Wilderness Horror Stories
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What eerie examples introduce the theme of danger in remote Canadian wilderness?
Remote places have a way of making danger look ordinary. On a highway in the Yukon, a muddy green pickup with a broken taillight looks like nothing more than another beat-up truck on a lonely road. At a backcountry trailhead, a man with a clipboard looks official enough that nobody questions why he's there. And in a fire tower deep in the Canadian bush, a voice over the radio sounds like the only lifeline a person has left. But in both of tonight's stories, that's exactly the problem. Because when you're far enough from help, survival doesn't always depend on running faster, fighting harder, or locking the door. Sometimes it depends on noticing the one tiny detail that doesn't fit. A tent zipper moving in the dark.
A voice that sounds almost right, but not quite. Tonight we're heading into the Canadian wilderness for two stories about isolation, trust, and the terrifying moment when the thing keeping you safe becomes the very thing leading you deeper into danger. But before we get into those stories, if you like scary stories, be sure to subscribe and turn on notifications. We release new episodes every week, and if you like listening on the go or for sleep, you can also find the Just Creepy Podcast on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and everywhere else you get your podcasts. Leaving a review or rating helps the show.
Now, onto the stories.
I'm posting this because every time I see one of those Canadian wilderness travel videos, the ones with drone shots of empty highways and people acting like remote places are peaceful by default, I think about a green pickup truck with no front plate and a strip of red tape over its tail light. This happened in the Yukon, on the Dempster Highway, near Tombstone Territorial Park. I'm changing a couple names. I'm not naming the exact side road where two people were found. Everything else is as close as I can get it without pulling out the police report again. And I don't like pulling out the police report. The first picture I have of the truck was an accident. I was trying to take a photo of the kilometer 45 marker because Mara had been making fun of me for taking pictures of every sign like somebody's dad on vacation.
The photo is crooked and mostly windshield glare. The marker is blurry. The sky is low and gray. The road looks like wet bone. On the far right side, pulled into the gravel with its nose pointed toward the ditch, is the truck. Dark green. Older pickup. Mud almost up to the windows. Canopy over the bed. Red tape over the left taillight. Passenger mirror cracked and folded in. Big dent in the tailgate, like somebody backed into a steel post and never cared enough to fix it. I didn't notice it until later. At the time, it was just another ugly truck on the dumpster. There are a lot of ugly trucks up there. Clean vehicles look stranger than dirty ones. We'd left Dawson City that morning after filling the tank, filling a jerry can, buying snacks, and having the dumbest argument of the trip in the grocery store about instant mashed potatoes.
Mara said they counted as dinner. I said they counted as a cry for help. We bought them anyway because they were cheap and light, and being right doesn't feed you in the backcountry. It was late August, that time when the brush is already yellowing, and the weather keeps reminding you summer was only ever a rumor. The sky looked like rain all day. Low cloud, silver light, wind pushing sideways over the road. The Dempster ran north from Dawson in a long, wet strip of gravel. and every vehicle coming the other way threw a brown wave over the windshield. Mara was driving her old blue Tacoma. It had more than 300,000 kilometers on it, a cracked dash, a cassette adapter permanently jammed in the stereo, and a smell that never changed, no matter how much she cleaned it.
Coffee, dog hair, wet wool. Her dad had given it to her before he moved to Nanaimo, and she trusted that truck more than she trusted most people. That probably saved us. We were going into Tombstone for a short backpacking trip. Nothing extreme.
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Chapters
4 chapters
1
What eerie examples introduce the theme of danger in remote Canadian wilderness?
0:14–8:36
2
How did the hikers first notice the suspicious green pickup on the Dempster Highway?
8:36–28:00
3
What unsettling campground encounters led the hikers to suspect someone was watching them?
28:00–1:28:56
4
How did the man with the clipboard escalate the hikers' fear at Grizzly Lake?
1:28:56–1:44:16
Speakers
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