A group of friends was staying at this remote cabin that one of my friend’s cousins owned. There were no roads leading to the cabin, and it was a good 3/4 day hike from where you parked the cars.
I couldn’t go at the same time as everyone else due to work obligations, so I decided to head up the same day but later. It would mean I would have to camp for a night by myself though (the latter part of the trail is too dangerous to be taken at night, especially by someone who doesn’t know it). I didn’t care, I was kind of looking forward to it as I’ve never camped alone before.
So I was in the middle of these woods when the sun went down. I got my camp set up in this small clearing. Probably 40 feet across. Get my camp fire going and pitch my small, one person tent. Do all that camping stuff like cooking hot dogs on a stick over the fire and smores. I probably stay up for a good 2 or 3 hours after dark (it was mid-autumn so the days were somewhat short).
The entire time I thought I heard shit moving in the woods on the edge of the clearing. I didn’t think anything of it at first cause the woods are full of animals, but as the night went on I realized that whatever it was was just circling the clearing over and over. Once I started paying attention it made 4 or 5 laps around before I decided to get up and investigate. The noise stopped as soon as I stood up and I thought I heard some sound going away through the woods.
I just shrugged it off thinking it was some fox that was curious that got scared when I stood up. I decided it’s time to sleep, doused the fire and climbed into my tent. I started to doze off and stayed in that half asleep half awake state for a while. I normally hear weird shit when I’m in this state, so I didn’t think much of it when I heard a voice.
Something woke me all the way up though and I realized the voice is real and right outside my tent. It was just above a whisper and I’m not sure if it was another language or if they were just speaking English in such a way that I couldn’t understand.
I lay there for some time, I don’t know how long, listening and waiting for something to happen. There was just enough moon light to light up the walls of the tent, so I could see when a hand pressed into the wall of my tent down near my foot. This freaked me out and I sat up quickly. Whomever was outside of the tent tore ass out of there. Like running full sprint through the woods.
I got out of the tent and shined my flashlight around and saw nothing. I was expecting there to be a bloody hand print on the tent, but nope. Didn’t sleep that night, packed up camp at first light that morning and booked it to the cabin.
This past winter I hiked one of high peaks in the ADK’s with a buddy of mine and camped out overnight. Everything was fine the entire first day we were there. Had a great night’s sleep and woke up early to hike back to the parking area.
On the way back down the trail, my friend and I noticed that someone else had been hiking as well. About a mile after walking, I stopped and saw that my full name, first and last, was drawn into the snow on the side of the foot path. I didn’t do it, neither did my friend. It was snowing a bit throughout the night and if it was drawn the day before, the snow would have covered it up. We got a bit freaked out and decided to hustle back to our car so we could get the fuck out of there.
We finally get back to the parking area and I go to sign myself out of the registry book. When I turn the page to where I signed in, I see that someone had scribbled out all of my information to where you couldn’t read it anymore. No one else had signed into the book besides myself for 3 days.
I will NOT be going back there.