7. Oh goddammit, I forgot the one that *actually* made in fall down clutching my heart.
I was camping and some of the group had gone off on a late night stroll. After a while, me and a friend got bored and decided to go look for them. It was pretty much rolling grassland hills with few trees out there, so we figured it wouldn’t be hard. It was also unearthly quiet, other than the occasional distant owl or coyote sounds, so we were whispering and being very chill. There was pretty good moon so we hadn’t brought lights either. Anyway, I finally see someone standing under a tree on the crest of this hill, so I go up there first. I call out quietly and don’t get a response. Again, no response. Kinda annoyed, I just strut up there, but I’m realizing something looks weird about this person I’ve been seeing. They’re holding their arms over their head and the proportions aren’t right. But I think that was all kinda subconscious, because I didn’t do anything different until I got close enough to see that it wasn’t a person at all, but a fucking coyote that someone had flayed and strung up to the tree by the limbs like some kind of totem. I literally fell backwards in shock.
Turns out the woman who owned the property was no fan of coyotes coming after her livestock. She also woke us all up in the middle of the night once with sustained AR-15 fire. Like 20 shots. Someone who lived near there just said “Oh she must have found a whole pack of them. Go back to sleep.”
8. It wasn’t what I saw – I saw nothing out of the ordinary. However my dog got very agitated around a certain part of a trail and alternated between barking and snarling, and hiding behind my legs. It creeped me out enough that we hurried out of there fast.