13. The Hawaiian night marchers.
“Out camping in Pololu valley on the Big Island of Hawaii, after staying up late and encountering ~2 large centipedes in and around our tent we decide to pack up and leave at 3-4AM. On our exit when we were almost towards the top of the valley we took a break, sat down and looked far along the coast several valleys further than where we were camping and noticed around fifteen to twenty little flickering torch lights slowing moving along the jagged cliff edges of the valleys. Those valleys are for experienced hikers only. I don’t really believe in the Hawaiian night marchers but I don’t know of any hikers doing that treacherous journey during that hour in the dark and using torches instead of headlamps.”
14. The old naked emaciated man who pleaded for help.
“I went camping with a summer program when I was 16. Twelve other guys being managed by four adult men and we were having a great time. S’mores, hot cocoa, campfire stories, the works. We all had to be in our tents and either sleeping or awake but quiet by 11.
I was in a tent with two other guys staying up later just talking, typical teenage guy stuff. As one guy is talking I start to hear heavy breathing nearby. Like someone has just been running and is out of breath. I ignore it and keep listening. I figure I’m just a weird kid hearing things. Or that its one of the guys in the next tent making the noise while he’s sleeping.
Then we hear “Please……help…..me.” from outside. It didn’t sound like anyone in the group. It sounded like an old man out of breath. We all went dead quiet and listened to this guy breath, then ask again with a whimper at the end.
I don’t know what possessed this guy near the front of this tent, but he turned on a flashlight and opened the inner flap but kept the outer zipped and looked out. We see just a pair of bare old, scabbed ,and pale legs standing there. It looked like this guy had been walking nude through the woods for some time. He asked for help but kept standing there. We were all paralyzed with fear, but the guy at the front managed to say “Keep walking down the trail. A ranger should be around soon.”
The guy stopped breathing and said “No. No rangers. They keep me here.”
It was at this point someone else finally spoke up. A chaperone came out of his tent with a flashlight and cautiously asked him “How long have you been out here? What happened to you?” The old man didn’t answer. He just started sobbing and ran off into the woods. We saw by the flashlight that he was completely naked and emaciated.”
15. The witch doctor who walked past our tent.
“I’m not the best storyteller, but here goes. A few years ago I was on a mission trip in Kenya, and we were camping out in the bush for a few days. Pretty uneventful. One night, the moon was either full or just randomly super bright, and it made the sides of my tent kind of transparent to the outside, if that makes sense. So if something were to walk past my tent, I would see its silhouette from inside my tent. You might see where this is going.
I woke up some time in the middle of the night to the sound of quiet feet shuffling near my tent. When I lifted my head up, I saw the silhouette of a person creeping past my tent. He was wearing a large, terrifying looking headdress, which, after I described the incident to my team leader, I learned was the garb of a witch doctor.
Anywho, I didn’t sleep that night.”
