this happened in 2003 I was eight years old at the time but I remember most of
what happened due to the fact that it was crazy it was Labor Day and we went
camping to this place in Virginia my dad invited his friend and his wife these
people are the grandparents of my best friend I was like most kids who couldn't
appreciate nature but there was a place in the campground with a bathroom and
some arcade games and I would bike there to play all day it was about a 10-second
bike ride from our tent so my dad let me go by myself
the path to the arcade was a gravelly type of Hill you know with a lot of
small rocks so I try to go up there and my back tire loses friction and the bike
starts to lose control and I fishtail to the right I panic because I'm only eight
and I have no bicycle skills I end up crashing into a white van the right
bumper had a huge black scuff mark I don't see the owner so I pick up my bike
and get the hell out of there we were only at the campground for about three
days I don't remember which day I hit the van but it wasn't the last day on
the last day of the trip we were pecking our stuff in the car to go home I didn't
help at all because I was in the car drawing with my new Crayola twistable
z-- and I know exactly what I was drawing it was butterflies cuz early
that week in school they taught us how to draw them you make a snowman and then
he put two threes on both sides and that's a butterfly so I'm drying when
all of a sudden I hear the loudest noise of all time it sounded like a
firecracker blew up right behind us I get out of the car and I see my dad's
friends stumbling with a bloody mess at the bottom of his leg his foot was still
attached but it was dangling he lies down on a picnic table there's blood
everywhere it was dark red and thick like syrup and
had a lot of bubbles at this point there's a circle of people
surrounding my dad's friend Bob I hear a crack and I looked to my left and I see
this huge black guy fat and has glasses he cracks his gun in half and dumps out
two empty shotgun shells he turns around and walks towards the white van he walks
right by the black scuff mark and pulls open the door the only thing I could see
were boxes and boxes of ammunition he grabs a box pulls out two more slugs and
reloads his gun and just stares at everyone it's pretty selfish but the
only thing I could think of was I hope this isn't my fault
I crashed my bike into this guy's car and now he has shot our friend maybe I
started this I remember the psycho yelling don't ever ask where I'm from my
dad makes a full-on sprint towards the guy and my mom had to yell he has a gun
before my dad snapped back to his senses he stopped and stared at the shooter and
the shooter stared back my dad goes back to Bob he takes off his shirt and puts
it on Bob's bleeding leg I don't think my dad knew what he was doing I remember
everyone retching and gagging but nobody is really moving
we're all waiting for something to happen then two off-duty cops subdued
the perp Bob ended up losing his foot and he got a bunch of money from the bad
guy I think the shooter ended up being declared insane I do remember seeing him
in the cop car when some other cops arrived and he was rocking back and
forth I'm pretty sure the guy shot Bob for no reason but maybe it was because I
wrecked his bumper
so I guess a little background I'm a Jersey native sadly born and raised and
that was about 12 or 13 when my entire family went camping in the Pine Barrens
which is where it's said to be born ever since I was little I've been into a cult
stuff so I already knew about the Jersey Devil and that was one of the oldest
cousins so I can't tell you how many times we searched for the cabin that it
was born in also I should mention that we used to camp there a lot but less and
less as we got older so I remember it was the first night we'd usually stay
about a week and I know we watched the movie Coraline it had just come out and
I loved it I'm mentioning this because I had a pretty fun night before I
encountered it so it wasn't a nightmare induced hallucination or anything
another thing you should know is that my family didn't actually like to camp we
had our v's so it's just my dad and I in our camper it had one bed in the back
and I slept on the couch that pulled out to be another bed
my dad closed all the blinds we had and I was next to the biggest window in the
camper so little me is asleep and happy and then BOOM
I wake up from a crack of thunder it was so loud and I couldn't go back to sleep
so I'm just laying there listening to the storm the Lightning was frequent
this is when I hear something footsteps I thought I did between the
collapse of thunder they started off quiet and of course got louder and
louder got closer I'm still really not thinking anything yet I mean I was
freaked out but maybe it was an animal or just the storm playing tricks on
in a matter of seconds it was like oh fuck not the storm mind you I'm facing
the window so I could look up the blinds and see a tiny bit of outside this is
important info because that's when this thing came up to the window I'm shitting
my pants barely breathing in my head I'm like what the hell just stomped up to
our RV again this all happened very fast and the lightning and thunder hits boom
it looked like a horse was looking into the RV honestly typing this I can still
hear it breathing on the glass I stopped looking up the blinds hoping that it
doesn't see me and when lightning strikes again
I see the shadow almost as if lightning was striking directly behind it it
definitely had the head of a horse but it looked like it also had spiral horns
which made its head look weird and I was terrified also please remember I was
only seeing what I could from lightning striking it starts to make its way
towards the front and like I said all our blinds are shut so as soon as I
heard those loudest footsteps going to the front I crept into my dad's bed I
laid down behind him and didn't want to make too much movement but I was shaking
him trying to wake him up he said something like Nick just go back to bed
he knew I wasn't a fan of storms so that was probably his first half asleep
thought just to paint a clearer picture I'm against the wall behind my dad
there's a window in front of him and one at the top of our heads the footsteps
were coming to the back and when the lightning struck I can see the shadow of
the ears and the horns again it was there looking in and like I said I can
still hear that motherfucking heavy ass breathing because it was terrifying the
most confusing thing is that when it left and headed towards my aunt's
campgrounds so did the storm maybe that's what it does maybe it creates the
storm somehow so that I can still be stealthy I've dealt with people
led survival camps and have spent years in the Pine Barrens with no signs
whatsoever but that's what's so intriguing in my opinion I mean if it is
an entity it could probably make a storm if it wanted to so as it left in the
storm calmed I finally got back to sleep in the morning of course my dad and aunt
didn't believe me and going outside the ground was semi wet but I remember that
there were no footprints and another thing about this RV is that if it was
just some nasty horse walking around it would have to be at least eight feet
tall to look in the windows like that unless it was standing on its back legs
that was my big argument to my aunt and dad on why there was no way it was a
horse I will never forget that camping trip
for reference I was a 19 year old female at the time still female of course just
a little older I love camping anytime my friends and I came home from college we
would load up our cooler with beer grab some gear and go screw around outside
unfortunately when I was actually at school none of my sorority sisters or
other friends ever wanted to go with me so I would often suffer withdrawals from
camping one day the weather was way too nice to waste so I grabbed some of my
gear hopped in a car I borrowed from a buddy and drove to a spot that was
secluded yet within a safe distance to civilization so that I could run and get
help if I need it - camping also creeps me out sometimes but that creepy feeling
is also somewhat of a plus it's the same reason that people read these stories
it's fun to be scared so I make a little camp and get a fire going I hadn't
brought all that much to eat but I was enjoying myself reading and looking
around the area that sort of thing I got the feeling I was being watched and I
stopped dead in my tracks I hear a twig crunch over to my right then see a doe
bolt from a hundred feet or so in front of me I laughed at myself and went back
to the camp with the armful of wood I had gathered I kept freaking myself out
hearing sounds just outside the ring of light cast by the fire I always get
inside my head so I shrugged it off and kept whittling a stick I had been
messing with around one I decided to go into my tent and snuff out the lantern
I'd been slamming beers in the most unladylike fashion another reason I like
camping I can act however I want I passed out
pretty quick a bit later I wake up I hear footsteps they sound pretty light
and sort of timid I think to myself that it's a deer or other animal maybe a
raccoon because I probably left some food out I'm still on guard though after
about 30 minutes of sleeping with one eye open I hear a rubbing noise and the
tent fabric is being pushed in a bit I don't know how I didn't shit my sleeping
bag but I just sat there paralyzed with my caber in my hand I desperately wanted
to thrust the knife through the tent fabric but I was still holding out hope
that it was some of my buddies joking with me and then as suddenly as it had
began it all stopped I was starting to feel slightly more secure because
daylight would be coming in about two or three hours but I sure shit wasn't going
to go to sleep all of a sudden I realized I should put my boots on so
that if anything did happen I would be ready after having stayed up and keeping
alert for a little while longer my friend's car alarm goes off I freaked
the fuck out and run out of the tent I got about two steps before something
grabs me around the mouth I opened it to scream but instead the person's pinky
finger slips between my teeth I've heard that people can perform superhuman feats
when they have huge adrenaline rushes in my case I just clamped down and there's
no way to say this without sounding ridiculous but his finger just popped
off he screamed pulled his hand away with the missing digit falling to the
ground he took off running down the hill and I took off in the opposite direction
I must have looked ridiculous to the people whose house I ran to a little
sorority girl in a wife-beater boxers and steel toe boots I also had some
blood on me and not just from the finger I had managed to take a pretty good
chunk out of my lip as well I told them what happened they called
the police and got me some real clothing and the guy made me a whiskey and coke
the cops went to check it out and when they came back the Sun was up they
brought me there so I could get my friend's car and what I saw just
terrified me right next to the tent was a red gas can he could have just lit me
on fire the finger was gone the kicker is they
never caught the guy so somewhere out there is a man sitting
down to dinner maybe alone maybe with a wife and a couple of kids and he's
missing his right pinky
have you guys ever seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre many of you probably
have but for those who haven't it's your run-of-the-mill slasher horror
flick made in the 70s it's considered one of the best horror films ever made
when I first watched it it seemed to really hit home for me much more than it
did for my brothers when we were younger I was 11 at the time and we had sneaked
a copy of it into our house from our friend who lent it to us now I'd have to
say that one of my biggest fears is being kidnapped and being surrounded by
inbred batshit crazy people so when I saw this there were more than a few
sleepless nights with my litem but what are the chances that you would ever find
yourself in a situation like that let me tell you all this will serve as a
warning to anyone who thinks that the United States doesn't still have its
fair share of crazies listen to me right now there are people out there who live
in the woods there are many of them and I'd bet that there are some that live in
your state and they could potentially be the most dangerous people you could ever
encounter they are not to be tampered with if they find you on their turf and
God forbid capture you you'd be better off dead when groups of people begin to
isolate themselves for a long time eventually participating in
interbreeding they become something different than a human their primal
instincts and violent tendencies become amplified and their intelligence and
empathy become non-existent I'd like to tell you about my most terrifying
experience and my first and hopefully last encounter with people like this so
it started over the summer a few of my friends and I decided we wanted to go on
a camping trip weird right four dudes going into the wilderness
with no girls and sleeping in tents well we used to do this when we were kids so
it was kind of a nostalgic trip it would always be an annual night of fun in the
outdoors we would drink tell stories laugh cry the whole deal we live
relatively close to the woods so our parents would let us go but only once a
year so anyway back on topic it had been five or six years since we last went up
there we all parted our separate ways when we went to college we would
occasionally all go on Facebook to talk about our lives so we all finished
college got jobs and I decided to call them up I managed to get ahold of two of
them and they were both up for it my other friend moved all the way out to
Florida and he was busy with work and shit so he couldn't come back to our
home state we brought a bunch of gear and supplies beer and food we were ready
to relive our high school days as best friends we got onto the trail at about
5:00 p.m. I swear it was like we were back in high school we talked about
everything happening in our lives we were laughing so hard at the college
stories we were practically choking we finally got to our place at about 8:00
p.m. we were all set up by 9:00 and we lit up the fire and cracked some beers
we talked for about three hours and we decided to call it a night now there are
many rumors in my area about these people who have been isolated for some
time now we had never seen any sign of them when we were younger so we never
worried about them I don't know if they relocated or moved or something but
basically what I'm trying to say is they should have never been there they should
have never known we were there I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at
my phone it was around 2:30 in the morning and
for some reason I couldn't sleep for about an hour I just laid in the tent
staring at nothing and that's when I heard it not it actually that's when I
heard them it sounded like a pack of wolves or something walking around our
spot I was already losing it at this point but when I really shit myself was
when I realized they didn't sound like animals the way the steps were moving
and the breathing patterns were just too human there was no way they were animals
I stayed absolutely silent there was no noise for a brief period and then I
heard whispering the only thing I could make out was at this point my fighter
flight instincts kicked in it was officially go time inodes to my buddy to
wake him up he just turned around and looked at me with eyes that said what
the fuck I put my finger over my mouth and motioned with my hand that we needed
to go he nudged to the other friend and we could clearly hear them talking now
we all stayed absolutely still for 30 seconds and I took out my Swiss Army
knife I got out my phone for the flashlight and I was ready to bolt then
we heard one of them scream the fuckers are awake I immediately jumped out of
the tent and I got one good look at all of them with the light they were
disgusting their teeth were all deformed and they had huge heads their ears were
gigantic and perked up like a dog's they were all much bigger than us I would
guess that they were like 6 4 we hauled ass out of the area as fast as we could
we left everything we could hear them chasing us cackling as they were trying
to track us down my adrenaline was at maximum levels after about two hours of
running downhill we finally jumped in the car and called the police
we told them everything that happened here's what the cops said in response
this happens frequently in this area just don't go back there what the fuck I
explained to him that they were about to skin us alive and we left all our shit
out there all I could say was I'm sorry for your loss sir but I would advise you
not to go back I was in complete shock I've done a lot of research since the
incident and there have been many cases of missing men women and children in
surrounding areas a lot of nights I lie awake in bed thinking about what would
have happened had I fallen asleep but maybe writing this might give me some
closure
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