There’s nothing quite like spending a night out under the stars, surrounded by nature and living off the land.

Unfortunately, it can also turn into the perfect scenario for creepy and unexplainable events. On Survivalist boards, people were asked if they had and Creepy stories from the outdoors. 

Here are 8 of the creepiest responses…


Back in the day, when I was in college, I and the oldest took off to a lake in the wilds of glacier country. I have extensive backcountry exposure, even did a stint as a big game guide in a remote backcountry camp. On this day we enjoyed the fishing and settled in for the night.

I pulled out my pan and stoked up a nice fire. It was clear and cool as the sun faded into the western slopes. We cooked up some fresh rainbows with garlic and butter and filled our stomachs. I leaned back against the cooler after pulling out a refreshing beverage. The boy was soon asleep by the fire as it had been a busy day. I sipped my beer and watched the moonlight bouncing off the little waves in the lake. There was still a light glow on the western horizon where the sun had gone down and I could see the outline of the mountain peaks towering over the little lake. I slowly faded off to sleep with the sound of the lake waves gently lapping on the rocks.

I awoke with a start. The fire was out, the lantern was out too. The moon was gone and it was pitch black. Something was wrong. The hair on the back of my neck stood straight out. I was paralyzed. I could hear my heart thumping as I strained to hear something in the bush, all was quiet. I had a horrible uneasy feeling. I gathered myself together and started kicking around the fire, a small flame came alive and I quickly threw on some wood. In the firelight, I could see that the boy had awoken and was shocked to see his wide-open eyes staring at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing, go climb in the tent.” I lied. He crawled into the tent but even in the light of the fire, I couldn’t shake my wariness. Something was out there in the bush, and I could feel it was watching me.

I gathered up my light and flashed around camp. Nothing. Finally, I began to calm down and crawled in the tent with the boy. Then again, like clockwork, I awoke completely tense. This time I couldn’t shake the feeling at all. I finally instructed the boy to wake up and go get in the truck. I packed up all of camp and drove around to the other side of the lake and slept with him in the truck. At dawn, I got up and looked across the lake where we were camped earlier, and another uneasy feeling came over me. I decided it was time to go home. I don’t know what was out there, or what was going on over there, but I know my instincts, and something was bad wrong with that place. Whatever it was, I will leave it to your imagination, it creeps me out to this day thinking about that night.

MT Patriot


I was at starved rock training on top of devil’s nose when I had the same feeling but in broad daylight. I actually climbed down, and then ran directly into my most recent ex-girlfriend’s last husband, and her Son. She and I had broken up, and I never got to say goodbye to the little guy. I don’t know-how, or why we ended up in the exact same spot, at the exact same time, 2 hours from home, but we did, and I got to say goodbye to him.

If I had not had such an intense feeling that I HAD to get off Devil’s nose and climb down, exactly when I did, I never would have run into him like that. A few seconds either way and the meeting would never have happened.

Vanishing Nomad


Ever been stalked by a cougar? You will NEVER hear it, but somehow you will know that something is wrong. I have a close friend that was stalked by a wolf. He had been feeling creeped out all day and knew exactly why when he backtracked and found the wolf tracks following his own. The same guy was stalked by a cougar when hunting coyotes (making rabbit distress calls is not exactly safe in big cat country.)

I have a client that regularly hunts bear in Montana. He says that there is one area that he always avoids because he always feels like he is being watched when he gets close. He says that it is a desperate and creepy feeling, one that is beyond being stalked by an animal. Bigfoot? Possible. Bear or another predator? Possible and very likely.

If you feel very creeped out when out in the deep backcountry (especially the northern Rockies) I would advise going with your instinct, and quickly. You are not the top of the food chain, and this is not your neighborhood.



I swear I saw a ghost! We were camped in a field amongst an old-growth forest. This field has a history though. In the early 1900’s it was a remote mineral water resort hotel. The hotel burned down in the ’30s. If you didn’t know there was a hotel there, you would NEVER know. People took a horse and buggy out to it.

I have camped here no less than 50 nights! SERIOUSLY! But one night I swear I saw a ghostly woman figure! She moved across the field at me. She stopped within a couple of feet of me! I turned to move, and the “cold” feeling disappeared. And that was it. Nothing else. Just me standing there going WTF? Effin scarry!



Those gut feelings of something being wrong, being watched, or some unseen danger always freaks me out. but I did have a strong sense to get the hell out dodge one day while sitting by little river deciding on fishing or not. I had just got my pack off and found a spot to sit when I had that odd feeling of being watched from behind.
I got up and moved downstream about 400 yards to a spot where there was a larger clearing between the river and the taller brush and trees. I did not see or hear anything while walking, only some old deer tracks in some dried mud, but when I got to looking at a spot to sit for a while I got that feeling again. I could see pretty good all around me (about 100 to 175 yards) and just thought that I being silly.

I ate some of the food that I brought and watched the area around me as I tried to figure out which lure to use. for awhile the feeling went away. I fished for about an hour (no luck) and I needed to go pee, so I stood up and walked back into the bush to take care of business. while standing there, that feeling came back stronger than before. all I could hear was my **** hitting the ground. no birds, no wind, no little critters of any kind. I finished and walked back to my spot. as I got there I bent down to pick up my pole, and I heard my dad’s voice call my name out loud and clear, using a tone of voice that meant I was to do what he told me too, do it now and ask no questions.

My dad had passed away 3 years before.

like others have said, instantly every cell of my body was all keyed up. the area I was in is known to have bears, mountain lions, and wolves were just starting to make a comeback, (s. e. Washington ). but I had not seen any sign or heard from anyone else that they had been in that area for a while.

I grabbed my stuff and packed my bag as quick as I could, this time I took my s&w 686p out of my pack that I brought as extra weight in the pack and for snakes and put it on my hip. normally I don’t like to open carry like this.

As I put my pack on, that feeling of danger got even stronger. I started back to my truck the way I came in and froze solid after a few steps. I could not go back the way I came in. I stood there and listened and watched for about 10 minutes and heard nothing. the river was running slow, so it hardly made a sound. I looked all around me and every time I looked back up the trail I came in on I got more and more nervous. the trail looped around back to my truck, but it was about a 2-mile walk versus a 3/4 mile walk the way I came in.

So I went the long way back and when I got to my truck, something had been there and scratched it up pretty good on the driver’s side and tailgate. I don’t have a clue what it could have been because I was in a designated parking spot that had just been recalled. there were scuff marks but I could not find anything that looked like a print from a man or animal. that feeling of danger did not go away until I had driven up to the top of the ridge and was just about back on to the pavement.

When I did get to the t in the road, there was a game warden and a sheriff deputy parked and talking there. they were kinda blocking the road as I pulled up and they got out and walked over to my truck to talk with me. the conversation started normally, I told them I was fishing with no luck down at the river, so I decided to come back and when I mentioned my truck had gotten all scratched up while parked, they got quiet, lost their smiles, and looked at each other. they asked what time I parked and which way I went up or down the river and if I noticed anything around the parking lot. I said I saw some scuff in the gravel but nothing else. I did not say anything about weird feelings. again they looked at each other and said ok have a nice day and went and moved their trucks off the road.

This all happened between about 10 am to 3:30 pm. in late May of 2005. I never went back as I moved to Spokane at the end of June. I would have just thought I was being paranoid being out there by myself. but the way those 2 cops acted made everything else feel even stranger. I would like to go back someday. but I’m gonna take a buddy along. and maybe my shotgun.



I was hitchhiking from Florida to New Jersey when I was picked up by a small flatbed truck somewhere in Georgia and getting on into the dark hours. The guy was very friendly and said he was just coming back from delivering tomatoes from his farm in NC. I was a Hippie and he was an average hardworking Bible-believing man of the land but we got along well.

Anyway, during those days there was no Interstate 95, just good ole Route 1. The stretch along Georgia/South Carolina was quite sparse then. There was nothing but smallish scrub pines for miles on end, no houses lit and nothing moving on the road but us. Sometime around 3:00 am there was a sudden burst of white light followed by two more bursts spaced about 1 second apart. Everything lit up with a brightness I never experienced till then or after. The shadows came directly down meaning that whatever caused the flashes was directly above us. No noise. None but for the sound of the truck. I stuck my head out the window and saw nothing. (The flashes also partially blinded me so my vision wasn’t the greatest). There were no clouds or rain so it wasn’t lightning. For some reason, I asked the guy to stop but he just floored that old truck and didn’t say a word until daylight.

Maine Russian


There is a legend of the Cascade Mountains of Washington State that people in the forest have heard sounds like children laughing and playing. This is in remote areas, no campgrounds, or resorts or anything nearby. When they go to investigate the source of the laughing children, they are never heard from again!
Don’t ever let your child wander off in the woods or he may vanish and be turned into a Stick Indian himself! 

Another Indian legend here is the coastal Indians of the Olympic Peninsula. There are old-growth trees that have faces in them. The Indians believe these were people that went walking out in the forest at night and the trees grabbed them and they can never get out. They are now part of the tree.



One night I was camping near where an old river dam had been. I pulled the canoe in late so I just draped the tarp over the canoe and crawled in underneath it and fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up to the sound of roaring water. I crawled up out from under the tarp and the sound stopped. I thought I must have been imagining it or it was the wind through the trees or something. I crawled back under the tarp and the sound started again.

This time when I crawled out it didn’t stop. The sound got louder and louder. I realized that it sounded like water ripping through the woods. Even the dogs had their hair on end. I quickly pulled the tarp off the canoe and dragged it up to the top of a ridge and waited to see what was making that noise. Then I heard the voices, men yelling and dulling thumping noise. I huddled down next to the boat, pulled the dogs close and waited for the sun to come up to find out what was happening.

Morning came and there was nothing to see. To this day I don’t know what that was but I have my ideas. I will not camp there ever again. I’ve come up on the spot as the sun was setting and I just hurry by and camp far away. I was told that the land remembers and that’s fine, I just don’t need to be there when it’s remembering.

lone squirrel