Mankind + Nature = ___________
There’s something about being one with nature that’ll soothe the soul… unless you only think you’re being one with the great outdoors. Being all alone and miles outside of civilization can be scary enough without the thought of not actually being alone added to it.
These Reddit users shared times that they thought they were by themselves but really weren’t. Beware: These stories aren’t for the faint of heart.
The Unforgettable 15 Minutes
My senior year of high school I went on a camping/hunting trip out into the middle of the Arizona desert with my dad and 2 of his cop buddies/coworkers. My dad and I had a large tent with a divider that we were sharing, and his 2 friends had a similar set up about 20 feet away from our tent. Throughout the campsite we had a fire pit, ice chests, etc etc etc.
Well, the morning of the second day my father told us he woke up at ~3am because he heard someone very slowly and methodically walking through camp, occasionally fidgeting with some of the things in the camp. He knew it wasn’t me, and it wasn’t either of his friends with us (he could hear both of them snoring quite loudly and confirmed with them they didn’t get up to go to the bathroom or what have you). We were in the absolute middle of nowhere. Nearest civilization was an hour and a half drive away.
He laid in the tent, listening to whoever this was walking through the camp for a good 15 minutes before they eventually left. He said he had this absolutely terrifying sense of dread during this entire situation and didn’t dare call out or do anything. He just listened as some stranger walked through camp in the middle of nowhere
My dad has been a cop for well over 25 years and he’s seen some really rough sh*t over the years, but he says those 15 minutes, and the hours after that, was the most terrified he’s ever been in his life. (AyFuego)
Hiking in a fairly popular area in Southern California with my wife, we were looking for a disused trail that is supposed to lead to a hidden hot spring a few miles from a split off the main trail. Finding the split was the difficult part. We’d been looking at maps and doing internet detective work to pin down exactly which direction to take, but the info was not at all consistent, so we decide to wing it, being pretty familiar with the area and reasonably seasoned and well prepared hikers. Had a bunch of false starts, taking spur trails that looped back, dead ended, or were just way overgrown. The main trail at one point crosses a campground, which at the time was closed for the season. We paused in the campground, to relax at a picnic table and take advantage of the water spigot to refill camelbaks. That’s when I noticed that the ground under the spigot was wet, someone had let the water run. No big deal, except the trail doesn’t connect to any others, and we were the only people at the trailhead, hadn’t seen any other cars on the forest road going up. Now curious, I looked around the site and start finding signs of a really ill prepared and messy camper. An old bed sheet wadded up under a tree, clothing items, empty food cans and part of a mess kit. Did the old cowboy movie trick and the fire ring ashes are still warm. Kinda odd, but really no big deal. (continued)
So, we move on and continue looking for our hidden trail. Start down a path that seems promising when around a bend we find stacked bags of fertilizer, folded tarps, and about ten cardboard boxes full of styrofoam cups with little weed plants in them. The messy abandoned camp now makes a lot of sense. We backed out and started to head back to the car. As we’re approaching the the campground to cross back, we hear a motorcycle coming up the campground road and watch as it goes directly to the messy site, dude gets off, looks around, then jumps back on the bike and takes off towards the exit. Waited a few more minutes listening for anything unusual, then beat feet back to the car. Might have been nothing, but Just too many coincidences for me to feel very comfortable being around there. (machinistrail)