What is the most creepy/unexplained thing youâve experienced in the wild?Â
I was living in Brazil and a friend and I decided to do a one night out-and-back through mountainous rainforest terrain in one of the southern states. We mostly wanted to get some exercise and do a gear shakeout before going on a longer trip in Patagonia.
The experience started out really tough. We were doing almost constant climbing and it was hot. Humidity was near 100% through lush vegetation. Eventually we were pretty much in clouds and completely drenched from sweat and humidity, it was kind of hellish - soaked to the bone with no chance of drying out. Fortunately, at that altitude it gets below freezing frequently at night so there werenât many insects or animals, only birds. We hiked for probably 8 hours with little progress, it was slow going through tough terrain.
At early evening we came to a flat spot (the first weâd seen in hours) and decided to make camp as it was starting to pour. I basically made camp in several inches of standing water. I was beat anyways so I just sat in my tent reading.
Around 3 AM I woke to a girl singing in the distance. The singing kept coming closer, until she was singing right at our tents. She pushed past us and the singing drifted off. She was singing (maybe a lullaby, or childrenâs song?) about rain in Portuguese, but it sounded very strange.
An hour later, I got woken up to the singing in the distance again. She was coming back towards us, singing the same rain song. As she passed us, I could hear a little exasperation in her voice. She continued singing and went back in the direction of the trailhead.
Another hour later, I was again woken up by her singing as she was again coming back towards us, except now she was also crying. She continued to cry and sing as she moved past us for the final time.
We woke up that morning, looked at each other, said âwhat the fuck was that?â, and then got on our way. It was very eerie at the time, and I donât have an explanation for it. We were in an extremely isolated location and the trail was definitely only used by recreational hikers, so I really canât say why this woman was out wandering, singing, and crying at 3 AM.
My old man was an avid outdoorsman in the Colorado Rockies in the late 80s. Heâd go on week-long treks with his buds.
One Summer theyâd been out for a few days in Pikes National Forest. They set up camp in a ravine they thought was safe. That night my dad unzipped the tent to take a leak in the dark and outside stood a pair of pale bare feet. My dad screamed and zipped up the tent. Everyone else woke up and asked what was wrong.
My dad said someone was barefoot out there. They went out and flashed their lights for a bit, hollering. My dad swore he saw what he saw and described the feet in detail: they were old blotchy feet, one even had a lump on the ankle.
Tony, his bud, asked which foot, left or right. My dad said it was the right. Then Tony said they needed to move their camp immediately. Dad asked why. Tony said they didnât have time. They went along with it and packed up and moved on top of the hill.
The next morning they woke up to find a flash flood had torn through the ravine during the night. It would have surely killed them.
Tonyâs grandfather had just died a month prior and one of the last things he said to him was that he would always watch over him. The feet my dad described reminded Tony of his grandfatherâs very feet.
My dad is highly religious. Supernatural or not, someoneâs visions of paranoia saved their lives that night.
I went camping for a weekend with my best friend and her dad when we were about 15 or so. On the last night there, I woke up in the middle of the night. It must have been 3am or later, I didnât check the time because there was someone walking. You could hear the soft crunchy rustle of pine needles. It had the pace and sound of a large person.
The footsteps walked straight to the tent that me and my best friend were in and just stopped. I couldnât see a shadow or silhouette but I wasnât sure if that was because the moonlight was just at a different angle. I thought I was going to die. My best friend turned out to have heard it too, thew as staring at me.
We never heard footsteps leave. We would have heard it because we stayed awake until the sun came up. No footsteps walking away and no shadow. We didnât get out until we heard her dad wake up and start setting up the campfire again, then we ran out and started screaming and crying.
We both confirmed with each other what we heard and saw. She looked for the shadow also but there was nothing. Her dad looked around the entire campsite and didnât find a single thing out of place. It was very weird. The freakiest thing was thinking that something could have stood outside the tent, observing us somehow. It definitely felt like it knew we knew it was there, if there was anything at all.
Tldr: heard footsteps come out of the woods and stand next to the tent, but nothing walked away
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