[Cornholio's ghost]

They can pass whatever they want at this point. We don't give a **** what they say anymore, and their foot soldier cops will need to make sure they choose the right side when it comes time to heat the barrels up.

Amen, the phrase "from my cold dead hands " comes to mind.

 

[Grizz801]

Goat Man

I've been addicted to this thread for quite a while now. I have quite a few weird/scary/creepy stories. Some have happened to me while other stories were told to me by relatives. The first one I remember happened in Ft. Worth, TX. My step dad was stationed at Carswell AFB. We used to go out his friends house out in the "boonies" a lot. They had a few kids and other friends had kids. We were out there one time and there was a lot of talk about the Goat Man for some reason. All of us kids decided we would play in the woods and field behind their property while the adults did their thing. We were walking through the trees/woods and came out on the other side in a corn field. We could see a barn down at the other end of the field and we decided to go and check it out.

As we got closer I remember feeling uneasy and wanting to go back to the house where the adults were. Some of the older kids would've given me crap for wussin' out so I didn't say anything. We got to the barn and one of the older kids opened up the main barn door and there were dead chickens all over the place. On the floor of the barn was a pentagram with candles lit around it. There may have been other dead animals but I distinctly remember a lot of dead chickens. One of the older kids said we needed to get out of there and as he said it we all heard this awful screech/scream come from the field.

We all looked towards the part of the field where it came from and I remember seeing a ram's head, like a Bighorn Sheep's head running through the field towards the barn. Instinctively we all ran back the other way to where the adults were. I'm not sure how long of a run it was but it had to have been a few hundred yards at least. We got back to the house and we were all freaking out. The parents were asking what the heck was going on. I remember one of the older boys say we saw the goat man. I remember him explaining to his dad what he saw. He told him about the barn and that whatever was running towards us had the head of a goat and the body of a man.

I don't remember seeing the body, maybe because I was so short at the time, or maybe because of a bad angle but I do remember the head coming through the corn field. They contacted police and I'm not sure what happened after that. I asked my parents a few times after that and they always told me to forget it and would change the subject.

 

[TOO TALL TEX]

I've been addicted to this thread for quite a while now. I have quite a few weird/scary/creepy stories. Some have happened to me while other stories were told to me by relatives. The first one I remember happened in Ft. Worth, TX. My step dad was stationed at Carswell AFB. We used to go out his friends house out in the "boonies" a lot. They had a few kids and other friends had kids. We were out there one time and there was a lot of talk about the Goat Man for some reason. All of us kids decided we would play in the woods and field behind their property while the adults did their thing. We were walking through the trees/woods and came out on the other side in a corn field. We could see a barn down at the other end of the field and we decided to go and check it out.



As we got closer I remember feeling uneasy and wanting to go back to the house where the adults were. Some of the older kids would've given me crap for wussin' out so I didn't say anything. We got to the barn and one of the older kids opened up the main barn door and there were dead chickens all over the place. On the floor of the barn was a pentagram with candles lit around it. There may have been other dead animals but I distinctly remember a lot of dead chickens. One of the older kids said we needed to get out of there and as he said it we all heard this awful screech/scream come from the field.



We all looked towards the part of the field where it came from and I remember seeing a ram's head, like a Bighorn Sheep's head running through the field towards the barn. Instinctively we all ran back the other way to where the adults were. I'm not sure how long of a run it was but it had to have been a few hundred yards at least. We got back to the house and we were all freaking out. The parents were asking what the heck was going on. I remember one of the older boys say we saw the goat man. I remember him explaining to his dad what he saw. He told him about the barn and that whatever was running towards us had the head of a goat and the body of a man.



I don't remember seeing the body, maybe because I was so short at the time, or maybe because of a bad angle but I do remember the head coming through the corn field. They contacted police and I'm not sure what happened after that. I asked my parents a few times after that and they always told me to forget it and would change the subject.

The Lakeworth monster or Goatman story started in the late sixties. I have a friend that grew up on the lake and it seems that the goat man appeared in certain areas to scare people off and a lot of people think it was satanic/witchcraft related.

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[Grizz801]

I never really thought much about it until I watched Monsters and Mysteries in America and they talked about it on one of the episodes. I figured I'd share my story on the forum.

 

[AnotherTexan]

Well guys, at first I didn't think my story was anything worth sharing. After reading a few years of stories within the thread, I've realized my encounter was rather spooky.

So, it's the first time going out into the woods since my grandfathers passing. Thought it'd be cool to test my memory, and landmark recognition skills through google maps to find the sweet spot my grandfather had found one year in the Sam Houston nat'l forest. I remember a knocked over pine tree laying parallel to some type of pond or dip in the ground that retained water.

I Had a buddy come along with me and brought along his German shepherd. I'm a firm believer that a dog is better than any house alarm, or tripwire alarm that can be set up around a perimeter of the campsite. So, I feel really confident about the trip. Not only from the dog, but we brought some options. I brought along my cz-612 pump shotgun with some Winchester segmenting hog slugs, my ruger sr1911, and an AR-10. My friend brought along his double barrel idk what, and his Remington 7mm. We were at the top of the food chain in our eyes.

To set the mood, this was a last minute decision to camp the nat'l forest. Sunset was upon us, and we had an hr or so drive ahead of us. We drove around the woods looking for that certain campsight, well we never found it. We did happen to find a nice campsight on a trail that loops back into itself at the main path, at the tip of the loop was a great access point to a pipeline clearing. The distance from the beginning of the entrance to the tip of the loop was maybe a quarter mile. The width of the loop was probably 20 yards, and filled with pine trees.

We set up shop in a clearing where campers must've camped recently, because we had some wood near a fire pit and lots of trash. Most of the wood was damp, so I took to a rotting log maybe 50ft away from the truck with an axe and began chopping to get to some dry tender to start a fire. I set my hand down to take a break and something started crawling on me!!! It was a clear scorpion, I flicked my wrist and the sucker went flying. I held my cellphone light to the log and to my surprise it was crawling with scorpions and other insects.

I gathered enough tinder to begin a fire, and had some recourses in the truck already to keep her going. We didn't do much scouting as we couldn't see anything, and hunting nights is forbidden in the SHNF. We decided to cook us up some sausage we brought along, and sipped on some sweet tea. Things were going smooth, until we decided to wrap things up for the night to get an early hunt in. It was probably 10:30, my friend decided to listen to creepy camping stories on YouTube.

I'm 21 years old 6'4 200lbs, I've disarmed a little thug man holding a loaded gun to my head before. (Adrenaline rush I guess? I never trained myself before then to disarm anyone.) Anyways, I'm just stating I'm not easily spooked. Human life is fragile in my eyes, and it's survival of the fittest. These creepy YouTube stories ranged from demons in the woods-to rapist killers-to Bigfoot. I'm not superstitious, and I don't believe in ghost. I do however train myself to have the solution to any problem that may arise. I know my surroundings all too well, it's my sixth sense. These stories are beginning to creep me out, with some of the stories being a highly likely scenario. I began creating contingencies for the scenarios in the stories with my eyes closed.

I must've dosed off planning how to defend myself from a group of amped up meth heads who would certainly have the jump on me. It was about 12:30am I was awoken by shivers down my spine the dog was inside the tent whimpering like somethin or someone was near and the fire had burned out. I heard a Diesel engine making its way down the main trail, so I laid there listening to the truck. It turned on to the loop and slowly drove down the dirt path. I figured they'll see our tent and move on. Well the truck stoped directly in front of the tent. Maybe 50ft of mud stood between the tent and the trail. My friend awoke when the Diesel engine was just idling in front of our campsight. No lights were shining on us, but I could feel the eyes creeping on us. Earlier when setting up the tent I positioned the door to the tent away from the trail, backed up to the woods. Just to strategize an escape if necessary. I'm always thinking. I took my .45 strapped to me leg, and my shotgun with me as I crawled out of the tent. I crawled through mud behind the tire of the truck and examined the truck. It wasn't a park ranger, game warden, nor police officer. It had regular Texas plates. The truck sat there for what must've been an hour before driving up to the tip of the loop.

For those of you who go camping, you already know it's odd for someone in the middle of the night to post themselves up less than 1/8th of a mile from your site. I figured this guy was just hunting some hogs down the pipeline, but I could see his truck tail lights. He parked at the tip of the trail and cut his headlights. I was uneasy as I was listening to horror stories earlier in the night. I tried to get some sleep and figured the dog would bark had anything were to walk up on us. Well 3:30 am the trucks still running, no lights i decided to go do some recon. I crouched and crawled through the woods to get an eye on the guy, bringing my pistol and shotgun with me along with Zeus the German shepherd. It was Zeus' first time in the woods and my god he was a natural. He stepped quietly alongside me, rubbing his body on my legs as we traveled through the woods. I got eyes on the driver seat, but there was nobody inside. Night hunting, blinds and baiting are illegal in the SHNF, so I figure the guy was out poaching at this point. I quietly went back to base and informed my friend of the situation.

We decided to go back to sleep, but 30 minutes later the truck drives back in front of the campsight and parks. His Lights are shining down the path and we're still in the dark. I told my friend do not under any circumstances shine a light, I wanna see what this guy is up to. We both crawled out of our tent to avoid being trapped. Zeus was a good boy and followed our lead, we both had shotguns loaded the range was now hot. I never aimed my rifle, but my finger stayed on the safety switch. The truck sat there until sunrise and drove off, we never could confirm his intentions but I doubt they were good. I wonder if he ever saw us move about the camp like snakes, or what would've happened had I not been on my toes. I never heard a gunshot that night, and I wonder where the guy wandered off too. Certainly you wouldn't wanna go too far off into the woods alone at that time of night. I wonder sometimes if he was able to position himself behind us in the woods and watched us the whole time. As I only had maybe 20ft line of sight to the rear.

We finally felt at ease and ended up sleeping through prime hunting time and awoke 11am In the morning I decided to go look for tracks. And I found boot prints going from where the truck was parked down the pipeline and into the bush. I lost track of the boots through the thicket, but had they continued where I believe they did it was a perfect point to get the jump on us. Maybe 50ft into the woods behind our camp.

I finally determined that while I was scouting out the guys truck, he slipped back into the other side of the woods to scout out our campsight. What his intentions were will forever be uknown.

 

[AnotherTexan]

In my story I said I crawled behind the tire of the truck, I was referring to my friends truck that was parked next to our tent.

 

[Early Cuyler]

Cool story, bro! :thumb: Could have been said like this, though:

"I went camping with my buddy. A truck rolled up at night. Nothing happened."

.....I can't believe I read all that for nothin'..... :headshake:

 

[stroo]

Cool story, bro! :thumb: Could have been said like this, though:

"I went camping with my buddy. A truck rolled up at night. Nothing happened."

.....I can't believe I read all that for nothin'..... :headshake:

This thread is about stories! I enjoyed reading the scenario, perhaps if reading is difficult you should find a picture thread.

 

[Early Cuyler]

This thread is about stories! I enjoyed reading the scenario, perhaps if reading is difficult you should find a picture thread.

Typically a story consists of something actually happening. I was being lighthearted here and not insulting anyone directly, but if you want to insult me personally, shame on you. LOL the dude even started off saying he wasn't sure if it was worth sharing, I was just confirming that he was correct. Maybe someone else would see my post and not have to go through that long-winded description of really....nothing.... A picture thread would have indeed been more interesting. No offense to the original poster. He sounds like a cool guy. Just not the best story on the thread...

Cheers!

 

[Jackpine1]

I enjoyed reading it, as it confirms what we've all already suspected: the creepiest things out in the boonies are people. (Pretty much the same as in town, I guess.)

 

[swamppapa]

Cool story, bro!

Could have been said like this, though:

"I went camping with my buddy. A truck rolled up at night. Nothing happened."

.....I can't believe I read all that for nothin'.....

Gotta go with the stories
The imagery of the two dudes scrambling out of their fart sacks then they and dog low crawling out of the tent to hide behind the truck tires is pretty humorous. Not knowing what's going to happen next can go either way tension or humor.
I'm watching this thread to find two stories that correlate from both ends I.e. This story , then, someone tells the story of pulling up to a campsite and watching two guys and a dog crawling out of a tent to hide behind their truck.

 

[leadcounsel]

Cool story, bro! :thumb: Could have been said like this, though:

"I went camping with my buddy. A truck rolled up at night. Nothing happened."

.....I can't believe I read all that for nothin'..... :headshake:

I agree. What started as a really good thread devolved into really long stories where nothing happens.

The art of story telling, concluding with a point, is lost on some people.

 

[swamppapa]

Sometimes there is no point except to entertain. Saying that, the purpose of this THREAD is to convey creepy stories. In the end, Creepy is relative.

 

[leadcounsel]

Sometimes there is no point except to entertain. Saying that, the purpose of this THREAD is to convey creepy stories. In the end, Creepy is relative.

Exactly. It's not titled "Nothing happened stories from the outdoors." Something creepy should happen in the story. By creepy, that means something unexplainable or that would give most people the heeby jeebies. Weird unexplainable footprints discovered around your campsite in the morning; weird lights in the sky; weird nonhuman noises in the woods, etc.

Having a car drive by your campsite while you're camping isn't creepy. It's a nuisance. It sure as heck doesn't require ELEVEN paragraphs to explain. That's a waste of everyone's time.

 

[Campdavid]

While we are talking about that long story where nothing happened......five guns, trip wires, escape routes, German Shepard? Good Lord where do you camp? Sounded more like a Vietnam War movie than a camping trip.

That story was creepy, that much I will give you....two guys in the woods armed to the teeth thinking about escape routes? Yep, that scares the heck out of me. Suppose I'll think twice before taking my kids out for a hike lest I trigger a trip wire.

 

[jhawk]

I just started reading this post a few days ago and i'm hooked. I have few stories and will post a couple here.

First. We have about 60 acres with flooded timber we use to duck hunt and a little squirrel hunting. One morning, just me and my grandfather went out. Where we park the truck there is an old wooden cabin with ramp over the water to get in. Now we hunted a lot but never really went inside.

This particular morning, for some reason, we decided to check it out. I think we were going to try to sleep in it in the near future. I was 8 or 9 years old at the time and as we walk up to the door, we notice its broken. Weird b/c the only road in was a farm road on our land.

My grandpa hollers "hey" to make sure no one was in there. We slowly walk on the porch and into the cabin. I'll never forget what we saw.

The walls were all spray painted with satan worship sings. In the middle of this one room cabin was a star and circle (pentagram??) and there were small animal bones inside that were burnt. I imagine from a possum or armadillo. Needless to say, my grandfather pushed me out and told me to get in the truck. When i went back they had tore the cabin down. Later we figured they were accessing it from the Bayou nearby.

Another quickie. Same track of woods and I'm around 12 years old. Im squirrel hunting by myself and i'm pretty deep in. I'm leaning against a tree for a little rest when i hear what sounds like a woman screaming to the top of her lungs. The most violent scream i've heard. It startled me so much, i jump and start running in that direction thinking it was really a woman.

Eventually i realized that there was no way a woman could be there. Stopped. Turned tale and ran out. People have given me various animals that it could've been. But im glad i didn't keep going to find out.

have a cpl more for later if interest

 

[Campdavid]

I just started reading this post a few days ago and i'm hooked. I have few stories and will post a couple here.

First. We have about 60 acres with flooded timber we use to duck hunt and a little squirrel hunting. One morning, just me and my grandfather went out. Where we park the truck there is an old wooden cabin with ramp over the water to get in. Now we hunted a lot but never really went inside.

This particular morning, for some reason, we decided to check it out. I think we were going to try to sleep in it in the near future. I was 8 or 9 years old at the time and as we walk up to the door, we notice its broken. Weird b/c the only road in was a farm road on our land.

My grandpa hollers "hey" to make sure no one was in there. We slowly walk on the porch and into the cabin. I'll never forget what we saw.

The walls were all spray painted with satan worship sings. In the middle of this one room cabin was a star and circle (pentagram??) and there were small animal bones inside that were burnt. I imagine from a possum or armadillo. Needless to say, my grandfather pushed me out and told me to get in the truck. When i went back they had tore the cabin down. Later we figured they were accessing it from the Bayou nearby.

Another quickie. Same track of woods and I'm around 12 years old. Im squirrel hunting by myself and i'm pretty deep in. I'm leaning against a tree for a little rest when i hear what sounds like a woman screaming to the top of her lungs. The most violent scream i've heard. It startled me so much, i jump and start running in that direction thinking it was really a woman.

Eventually i realized that there was no way a woman could be there. Stopped. Turned tale and ran out. People have given me various animals that it could've been. But im glad i didn't keep going to find out.

have a cpl more for later if interest

See now these are good stories. Creepy enough without all sorts of superfluous details. Nicely done.

 

[agisthos]

A few years ago I was holidaying in New Zealand with a group of friends. This rural bed & breakfast we stayed at had hot spring baths nearby, bubbling out of the ground in a temperate rainforest. Unlike tropical rainforests, NZ has temperate i.e cold rain forests.

We went in there late at night and hiked through the forest to these baths. The weather was freezing, drizzling and windy (typical NZ weather). After enjoying it for a few hours the group wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay another hour, relax without conversation, and keep soaking in these beautiful hot mineral baths.

The 3-4 baths had a few dull lamps lighting up the area, but everything outside of this was utterly pitch black. There was a fast running river stream right next to it.

So they left, and almost immediately I get an unnerving and increasing sense of unease. Like an unnatural blackness and dread was being projected at me. I ignored it for quite a while, but this bizarre fear just kept building and building until I felt there were literally things jumping out of the darkness at me. I started to panic, and could not understand why or what was causing it.

Now I'll tell you, I grew up in rural areas and spent a lot of time tramping through forests in the dead of night in Australia, and have never, ever, experienced or felt anything like this. It was real and foreboding and hair raising.

Annoyingly, I decided to give up my 'relaxing' bath and hike it the hell out of there.

When I got back, the experience was so real and vivid I straight up told the locals who ran the B&B what happened and why I left early. They said, matter of factly "Oh yes, that's the (insert NZ Maori name) river spirit. He probably was getting annoyed you were there and wanted you to leave. Nobody should be out there at night by themselves".

Yeah thanks for that timely advice.

 

[Derv]

Oh no! I've reached the end. This thread has been my reading buddy since December...
Great thread, blimmin excellent stories, keep them coming!!!!

Actually, its taught me a bit too, to listen to that inner voice when things feel a bit iffy, as mentioned in my story earlier in the archery range at night.

Dunno if it helped me out this week too. Went down to my Dads, and I was showing him some knife sheaths I've made, he is proper into wood craft, knife making etc... So I think he was proud of his boy lol.

Then he says he has something I can take home and its up in the garage, he brings down this really nice looking military dagger. He found it when we were on holiday in Cornwall when I was a kid, a good thirty years ago now. It was laying on the stairs in its sheath in the place we were staying, he picked it up so that no little kids played with it and got hurt, put it in his bag to give to the owner of the hotel, and forgot about it until he got back.

It was a lovely looking dagger, made in Sheffield, in a bit of a scabby leather sheath but I could have made a lush wet formed sheath for it... I saw it and wanted it!

Then I picked it up off the work top and got the worst, darkest feeling, real sense of foreboding, emptiness.

I had a looooong think about taking it, it was a really nice gift off my Pa, but I remembered what so many people have said about gut feeling in this thread and gave it back. My dad didn't feel great about the blade either, and said he was gonna cut the blade in three on his grinder and chuck it out.

We could just have been being a pair of tarts about it, but I think that blade had some bad ju ju around it, I knew thanks to this thread that I didn't want it anywhere near my house.

On the plus side, if anyone wants a haunted dagger, you have a week to let me know before it gets cut up and chucked.

 

[agisthos]

I'm not from the US. But after reading 40 pages of this thread, all I know is, if I ever go camping in your remote parks and ranges, i'm going armed.