Originally posted by Vitamin G
I think I still need more thanks before I'm able to write a story.
I've got an older one. WRiting is sloppy and no body liked it but it's true:
To start off. I don't believe in the paranormal. Some people do and I kinda brush off what they believe. But I have no explanation for this night. Let's go
My Dad and I were going from Montana to Washington hitting up some fossil sites along the way. Mostly crab concretions. My dad is big into crabs. I like to joke about how my dad has crabs. He preps them very nicely and they're millions of year old and blah blah blah.
So first night we find an off road and find a pull out to camp in. My father has had a stroke so it may have been out of convienience that we were so close to a road. We were still miles away from two towns but the road between them was right there. Not even half a mile away. We're setting up camp and some kid pulls by us and asks us if we know if there's a place to shoot. My dad takes over and tells him we're not from here either and can't help him.
We made some delicious burgers. Had some drinks. My dad gets wasted and goes to bed. I'm sitting around the fire texting my good buddy Poast. When I continually hear foot steps around our camp. Three different spots. On down by the off road, one above us on the hill and the other away from us against the road. I brush it off. Could be anything right? I'm not buying into anything to much. Just drinking beer and hanging around a fire.
But the foot steps don't stop. Some times it seems like they re group on the off road below us. I'm getting a bit sketchy. "Well, that one kid saw us earlier. Maybe it's some bored locals messing with people." Rational thinking right? One time I hear the footsteps go back to the sub road below us and only two return. The one above us never came back.
This whole time for some reason twigs are breaking off branches. I don't find that weird. The next night I'm sleeping outside and hearing tree twigs break off and I don't have a problem with it. We're in another state and a different place. I've camped enough to know that sound. But there's this rustling stepping sound around the camp. But it doesn't sound like a human walking around. So I'm getting more sketched out. I hear foot steps coming down the road. Coming from the direction no one should be walking from. Not in the middle of the night. It's steps coming from the direction on the road that only goes deeper into the woods. Then I hear a four note humming. Going over and over. I think, 'There's no way a person that isn't vocally trained can keep that up for more than 30 seconds.' After about a minute they start whistling it. So I continue to assume it's just locals. I never heard them walk away though.
I figured my dad was asleep but know where he has a revolver. My dad got tanked and passed out so I go to grab the gun. If people are watching me they'll know I'm not fucking around. My dad woke up, tried to kick me in the face and I told him him I'm kinda freaking out. He blamed it on raccoons. I heard glass clinking. Like from The Warriors and I had enough. i was stoking the fire and that's when it got really weird. I wanted to do a pop shot in the air but knew my dad would be pissed. Apparently I'm more afraid of my dad than slenderman.
Towards the witching hour, right before any sun is even making a break over the horizon. I heard a bunch of crazy laughter from the top of the hill above us. But it wasn't normal. I can't explain it and as soon as I was trying to listen really close, it abrubtly stopped. Insantaneiously. Later, maybe an hour I heard dogs barking below us. But it was weird. The closer I listened the more out of this world the sound became. It started as dogs barking but the closer I listened the more demonic it became. Hard to explain. Then it suddenly cut off. All at once.
The fire died down. And I said fuck it. I'm going to bed. I drunkenly accepted my fate and put the pistol between my cushions. And I went to bed listening to something walking around our camp. This was about 4 in the morning when I gave up. Either I'm insane or I dealt with the slender man. I only stayed up so late because we had a whole day of driving ahead of us. But I wasn't driving. Figured I could stay up to protect the camp and sleep when we got out of there.
If I wasn't hitching a ride with my dad I would've left. And I don't believe in paranormal shit.
