I don't know how this thread escaped me for five days. I love first hand spooky stories.
Good stuff so far, but, note to self: If I ever meet or cross paths w/ 371 in the real world, keep eyes on his hands.
Allright, I guess I'll post another scary camp story, but this one kinda just ends up w/ me and my buddy just looking like a-holes.
So a few years ago some friends and I went to a music festival here in MO, Salmonfest. It was held at a big campground called Bearcat's Getaway.
So the first night goes normal, music-party-stumble to camp.
The second night was the strangeness.
After all the music hand ended we were still raging at our campsite for a few hours. Eventually everyone but my friend Robbie and I, make their egress to their tents. Robbie says he wants to go for a night swim in the black river (no joke, that's actually the name). I'm 20 and stupid, so what the hell.
Strangely enough the swim goes just fine in the dark (I know you thought we were going down in the river..ha
) and it was pretty refreshing as it was mid june I think.
The problem now was that we had floated aways down the river and got pretty lost. We stumbled along in the dim pre dawn light and found what we thought was our camp. Robbie unzipped the flap to our huge tent that we were sharing w/ 3 other campers. We fell down and went out like a lightswitch.
I woke up an hour later to a the shrieks of a 9 year old girl, and heard a bunch of scurrying. I was very confused and lifted my head to look to my left to see Robbie sleeping exactly as me, face down where we fell an hour before. I looked to my right next and saw a few pairs of legs and heard some muffled conversation. All I heard was, "Should we call the police?" and boom... I was on my feet. The people standing there turned out to be a single mother w/ her son and two daughters. We all looked at each other baffled for a bit until she asked if my friend and I were lost. Absolutley, I said.
We pieced together that we had actually floated down the river a quarter mile into the "family campground". I apologized about a thousand times and eventually the family was really cool once everything was explained and even made us breakfast (I still had to do all the explaining while Robbie slept!).
The scarriest part of the story though is that the family told us at breakfast that the night before, they were telling scary stories around the fire and one (that I can't quite remember) centered on two dead bodies being found in the trunk of a car. I can just imagine what me and Robbie must have looked like after partying all night, swimming in the river, and passed out face down in the foyer of this family's tent. I wouldn't have blamed them if they had called the cops, I'm just glad the little girls' shrieks woke me up in time to explain.