what are your most spooky stories that almost broke you /out/?
>>2863051I fucked your mom but the baby was so gay I just joined the army.
>>2863051Bear coming into tent and pulling you out in your sleeping bag
I got eaten
>>2863051I remember that guy from the pic, he came out of nowhere, drank a beer and disappeared. Seems like a chill dude desu.
>>2863100Who are you talking to?
>>2863051Not really a trail story, still Appalachia, or a couple feet off I guess, idk. Used to live up at the north end of Georgia. Family was really poor so we were in a hostel sort of set up and getting ferried around as homeless people to places that would take us. Churches and the like. Spent a month in an empty barn house that would take us. Pretty nice place, but my brother and I were slammed into a small room on the back end of the house, with a window out into the backyard. I was sleeping right under the window. There were no houses for miles back that way but we did have neighbors, they were in the same situation as us but I didn't really like them. The backyard had about 500 feet of clearing until you hit the trees. It'd freak me out looking out the window at night, the moon would rise straight above the trees meaning the room was always filled with moonlight in the late hours. Woke up one night and felt something was off. I stood stark still for a minute, listening to the fan in the room before realizing what it was. Some guy was standing at the window looking down at me, I realized his shadow made the room dark. It took me like a minute before I screamed, and the dude bolted from the window. Woke my brother up, he's older, so he wants to go confront the guy. He tries to chase the guy by going out the back door which isn't too far from our room, and I follow him not wanting him to get stabbed. We watched the guy from the backdoor as he booked it into the woods on bare feet, running the whole yard fast as shit. We found out the next day it was one of our fellow homeless neighbors getting high as shit, PCP or something. We left the mountains very soon after, renting a place from our distant in-laws. They were still looking for him by the time we left.
>>2863189Bear don't talk he come into tent and pulling you out in your sleeping bag. Bear eat all honey. You cannot hide honey bear.
>>2863197>t.
>>2863051>bee mee>just getting back into /out/ stuff after not camping since boy scouts>go on a backpacking trip to dolly sods WV with some work friends >don't have any good lightweight shit so I bring my hammoc set up"Fuckit, there will be plenty of trees">we get there late, ends up being dark by the time we make it to the first spot>beautifull spot by a stream next to a beaver dam>one problem:I'm the only retard that brought a hammoc>everyone else sets up their tents near the fire pit, I go wonder off into the brush to find 2 suitable trees about 100 yards away from everyone else>try to get to sleep, can't because every falling twig sounds like a 700lb black bear >finally pass out arround 3am>wake up, can't move, hearing something move outside my shelter>WTF IS THAT?!??!>a old woman with a black void for an eye slowly ducks under my tarp and stares at me>I try to scream, I try to move, nothing.>freaking the fuck out. Scariest moment of my life>scarry ghost gypsy woman floats up and out through my tarp and disappears >I sit there for what feels like hours, waiting for the sun to come up>sunrise hits, thank fuck>pack my shit up and sit on a log to wait for everyone else to wake up>drink my instant coffee and smoke a cig (lucky strike) while watching the sun rise over the valleyPic rel, beautyfull place. Would go again and risk another run in with the gypsy woman
>>2863189He's casting a spell
George Floyd was a man with a unique talent. He was a tour guide, but not of the usual kind. His tours were of the inside of his ass, and he had a long list of eager participants - small children. You see, George suffered from severe hemorrhoids, which caused him immense discomfort and itchiness. He needed someone to help him relieve the pain, and who better than small, curious children with their small, nimble fingers?He would invite them into his home, promising them an adventure they wouldn't forget. Once inside, he would bend over and ask them to explore the "cave" he had discovered in his ass. Of course, it wasn't a real cave, but the inside of his rectum. The children, unaware of the truth, would eagerly climb inside, their tiny hands exploring the "stalactites" and "stalagmites" that George had pointed out. Little did they know that these were actually his enlarged hemorrhoids.As they explored, George would stutter and shudder, his body reacting to the sensations. He couldn't help but make rhymes about his ballsack, his aids, and his tourettes. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the children seemed to enjoy themselves, giggling and squealing as they discovered new "formations" inside George's ass.For George, this was more than just a way to relieve his pain. It was an opportunity to bring joy to the lives of these young ones. He knew that his ass wasn't a real cave, but he was determined to make their experience unforgettable. And as for himself, he was determined to leave each tour with a less itchy asshole.As the years went by, George's tours became more popular among the local children. They would come back time and again, eager for another adventure in his "cave." Some even brought their friends along, creating a small community of young explorers. And while some parents may have been concerned about their children's safety or sanity, George remained undeterred. He knew that he was providing a service, however unconventional it may be.
>>2863051I saw a jeet playing curry music on his phone, then when I got to a scenic overlook, I heard him with ANOTHER jeet. That was really scary
