Have you ever been out in the wilderness and felt uneasy? The woods are an easy place, a relaxed, but mother nature is at often times more than meets the eye. Turn off your lights check under your bed and relax.
While you can here are two creepy stories about the outdoors. Hunting is a huge part of the culture in Hawaii and kids, often learn from a very young age. How to hunt my cousin, who is in his late 20s now and has been hunting for a good 20 years of his life, has had some strange experiences in the wilderness, but this one always stuck with me as the weirdest one.
Have you ever heard of a calling spirit? I’m sure they exist out of Hawaii, but the gist is, if you’re somewhere like the woods or you’re alone somewhere. If you hear someone call your name, you do not answer bad things will happen when you enter, i’m, going to write the story like how my cousin told it to me.
I was around eight years old when this happened. When i had just started going hunting me my cousins and my uncle went hunting one evening in Wailua. For the time we were done. We were about a mile away from our truck, it was about 9 p.
m. and it was dark. My uncle said I’m, going to go, get my truck. You kids wait here, but my cousins wanted to go with my uncle. I said I’ll. Wait right here, you guys can come get me. I’m, not walking.
I was so over walking. My uncle was like you sure you want to wait here alone. I said hell. No, I’m, not walking. I’ll wait, so he said he would be back in half the truck, not too long after they left.
I heard something moving in the bushes and then I heard my uncle’s. Voice, hey Kai, come on! Let’s go, I said no, I am NOT walking back and then my uncle whistled, you know when you’re out playing with the other kids in the neighborhood and your dad whistles for you to come inside, and you know when You hear that whistle you better go fast, that’s, the kind of whistle it was so I jumped up and started walking.
My uncle was walking ahead of me. I couldn’t, see him in the bushes, but I could hear him because he’s. Saying things like you, don’t want to listen. You’re gonna get in trouble. Then he said come on.
Let’s. Go down here. He wanted to go back into the bushes off the path. I knew something was wrong, though I said, but I thought we were going to go back to the truck just then I saw headlights back in the direction we started and then I heard my uncle stereo blasting, the only song he ever plays when he goes hunting.
I start running I take off and something grabs my backpack, I fly my arms back and let whatever it was, take my bag. I get to the truck in my uncle ass, where’s, your stuff, I point back to where I was and say I was following you.
My uncle turns pale and yells get in the car. Now I’m bawling. I’m scared. I know I messed up. I know you never answer when someone calls, but it sounded just like my uncle immediately took me to my other uncle who blessed me to this day.
When I go hunting, I never answer when anyone calls my name for a number of years. I was a camp counselor at an overnight camp in the Muskoka seeeeee, I loved it more than any job. I’ve ever had, despite the non-existent pay.
Annoying campers long days and short nights, crappy food, etc. For one I got to tell as many scary stories as I could sputter out. There was nothing better than hanging around a dying campfire with a bunch of junior high kids.
We’re, demanding the scariest most blood-curdling tales. I knew and I got them all the babysitter in the Eyrie clown statue, the driver in the creepy gasps tendon, the woman and her licking dog. You know how it is.
They saved my best stories for the overnight trips we made in algonquin park when days would be spent canoeing on pristine lakes. Nights would be spent around the fire singing and making s’mores and being as rowdy as the only people within miles could be.
Once the kids i quieted down, I told them stories of a stalker in the woods the face so horrifying him. Paralyzed. All of its victims, in fear, or the group of campers who decided to spend the night across the lake from an abandoned in seeing the Sun on this particular night.
I’d. Finish up the tales once again insisting that they were entirely true and sent the campers to their tents. They’d, been an exhausting day, and none of the six kids were in any mood to stay up a leader.
My fellow councillor had also decided to pack in leaving just me on a fallen log next to a dying fire. It took a deep breath of the cool, fresh pine scented air who looked out at the lake. The partial moon reflected off the glassy water and on the other side I could see towering cliffs going up several hundred feet.
I considered whether we could canoe over climb up a few dozen feet inducing lift jovi. The camp director would have my head if we did that if you found out movement at the very top of the cliffs caught my eye, there was a small light bobbing along the peak at first.
I thought it was a star, but it was larger and gave off a golden globe. It slowly moved back and forth in a small park as I SAT up and watched it. Another appeared next to it: bobbing along the top of the cliff and another and another, and a few more, my stomach dropped into my feet.
I grabbed my bag and pulled out my digital camera and focused it on the little glowing orbs and use the zoom function. I counted him and counted them again: oh [ __ ] in a flash I was up and running to the tent.
Hey guys, wake up, we got ta go. There was movement in the tents and then I had seven confused heads looking out at me. My co-counselor were a mixture of concern and pure anger. I hate to do this. I continued, but the clouds are looking really threatening there’s, a big rainstorm coming in.
If I get caught in it, it’s, going to ruin our trip seriously Laura. My co-counselor asked we’re in the middle of the woods. Where would we go? I pulled a map and a flashlight out of my bag. There’s, a ranger station, a few kilometers south of us.
I trace the path with my finger. Thank God. We can make it there in a few hours. The campers groaned can’t. We just go in the morning. No. I should and my voice, echoing across a lake I lowered it, come on, let’s, get packed up and go.
Tell you a story along the way. Let’s smile though I could feel my lips quivering it’s. My best one that seemed to get thing going and within 10 minutes the tents were packed up and we’ve done. Our trek into the deep woods with small flashlights are only guide.
Now it’s. Confident we were moving along a steady pace. I allowed myself to relax and begun to tell my favorite and campfire story centers before the European settlers made their way into the country it was inhabited by the First Nations people they had made the trip from across Western Canada following the migration patterns of large animals.
Such as buffalo and bison, eventually, they reached Ontario, at which point they split off into smaller groups of travellers. Each searching for a section of land to call their own legend has it that one group consisting about 20 men, women and children.
Adventure drew this very area in search of a place to call home, though it wasn’t even the end of October. The weather had made a turn for the worse and, as the group journeyed around the lake, a fierce blizzard hit within an hour.
The group found themselves in blinding snow in below zero temperatures closed. They had on that were made for the fall, not the sort of weather and there weren’t any canada goose jackets around back then, but they pressed on they didn’t, have any other choice.
Night was falling as they reached a cliff bluff which towered over a cold choppy lake, but there was no stopping for this group. They die if they didn’t make it past the cliffs, but the darkness was settling in the snow, falling, even harder.
Visibility was almost non-existent, so one of the others had an idea using the little kerosene they had left. He lit a lantern for each of the travelers and had them carry it in front of him, not so they could see the cliffs, but they can see.
Who was in front of them willing them to all follow each other across the network Bluffs with the strongest of the men leading the way the group began to cross the glyphs, the freezing wet snow soaked every bone in their body, the harsh windshield any exposed skin And threatened to push him right off the rock their path was no more than a few feet wide and would have been slippery to even the best of hiking boots, let alone hand fashion moccasins solely painstakingly slowly.
They made their way up. The cliffs praying that, whatever lay on the other side, could shelter them from the intensifying storm. They were about halfway up hundreds of feet. Above the lake, though it was well out of their vision.
In fact, while they could see in this blinding storm was a lantern in front of them, acting as a beacon to guide their steps. If the light moved up, they moved up. If it went down, they moved out. Each of the travelers was almost in a trance caring about nothing but the glowing orb of a few feet away for the leader, though there was no such luxury.
He moved forward blindly feeling along the cliff with his free arm, though his skin was so numb. He could barely feel anything as a path wound. Back again, he made a misstep and lost his footing, just as I gussa win blasted his back.
He desperately grass for the hold, but his first and fingers couldn’t, get anything with a terrified scream. He slipped off the cliffs and fell into the lazy and black lake. The rest of the party, didn’t, see him fall.
Of course, all they saw. This is going were dropping away from the wall and disappearing into the darkness. There was no time to warn they continued on, but this one was worsening after another minute one of the children his body was enabled to withstand the cold dropped away.
His linen glowing until the choppy waters put it out another. Having seen this lost his balance and fell, this pattern went on until there was just five people left fumbling around the darkness. Following the light in front as hard as they tried, the cliffs were unforgiving.
The remaining men fell down to four, then three and two, and then there was just one left legend say: curse the earth as his leg slipped in deep lunge, hundreds of feet down his Lantern being the last one to be extinguished of the twenty members who tried To overcome the cliffs, I finished not one of them survived, they say that sometimes, when the conditions are right, you can see the warps along the cliff symbols of the lost travelers who will never find their homes as the story ended, leaving the campers and an eerie Silence, I saw lights up ahead, a wave of relief poured over me.
We picked up the pace on the ranger station bursting activity with a half a dozen people running around loading up trucks and shouting interviews. The wind was beginning to really pick up, and I heard a thunder in the distance.
Hey you, kids, a large burly man with a full beard and mustache right up to us get in the trucks we don’t have much time r and I led the kids to one of the pickup trucks. What’s going on? I asked the man didn’t you hear another gust of wind.
Huge storm system were heading right for us already been tornadoes touch down. We’re, getting everyone out of here. Let’s. Go we all climbed into the trucks bed I collapse down, feeling like I just been punched in the gut, the Ranger climbed into the front, and we took off down the makeshift road.
My head was spinning. It wasn’t possible how Laura sled next to me, keeping her voice low. How did you know we had to get out of there? I looked over at her my face felt empty of any blood. I I saw the lights.
What? No? No! She guests and they call herself how many I took a deep breath. Eight. She looked around at all the campers who are now lying against each other and sleep despite the bumpy road that’s. All of us, my god, i nodded and leaned against her or i had to hurt the traveler story before and she knew that i’d left out the tiny p bit of information.
The lights were real, but they were never random if they were shining bobbing back and forth swinging in a small arc. It was because they had a message warning. One light would shine for each person who was about to die.