Horror Stories

Camping Trip

I went camping with 2 friends a few years ago. We went pretty far away from civilization, the nearest town had a population of 30 people and was an hour away from the lake we were at.

It was cool, I usually try to get away while camping but this was the most extreme to date and you could feel it.

During the first night the 3 of us were sleeping in the tent when I woke up to the noise of something brushing against the tent.

The tent was around 5ft tall at its peak and whatever was in our site was brushing against it near the top. I have never in my life been filled with such true fear.

I’ve camped a lot and have had run ins with bears and other animals and have been scared before but this feeling was different, there was something extra unnerving about this.

I stayed laying there completely still with my heart beating out of my chest as whatever this was kept methodically brushing against the tent. It wasn’t making much other noise other than going back and forth on the tent.

I put my finger up to my face and made the “shhh” gesture before slowly poking my friend, who was sleeping facing me, awake. He heard the noise immediately and his face dropped, he was wide awake looking at me as we just stared at each other wide-eyed.

He spent a lot of time growing up on a reserve and the accompanying mostly untouched land in coastal BC but later explained never experiencing anything like it.

So we laid there for a minute wide awake practically shaking with fear and then next thing we know we both woke up in the morning.

We woke up at the same time and immediately started asking what the hell that was last night and what happened. We both felt so awake at the time and were having trouble understanding how we just fell asleep. We explained it to our other friend as he awoke to us frantically recapping the evening.

When we left the tent and went back to the site everything looked normal. There was a half full box of Ritz crackers that we left out (our bad) untouched.

The one thing that looked different is we had left a stack of red plastic cups out of the table and they were all melted on one side to the point where we couldn’t pull them out cause they had a new indented mold. It blew our minds.

We spent the whole day trying to figure out possibly how that could have occurred, it make no sense.

One of my friends fell very ill as the day went on, we decided to leave that site after that next night and camped the other 2 nights of our planned trip at a more populated site closer to home as we all very very uneasy about what had transpired.

I’m not even sure what I think happened all I know is that that is the creepiest feeling I’ve ever felt. Whenever myself and the friend who I woke up get together the conversation ends up on that night always with the quote “what the hell happened that night?”