4 True SCARY Camping Stories That Are CREEPY AS HELL | Cryptids, Wendigo, Skinwalker Horror Stories

4 True SCARY Camping Stories That Are CREEPY AS HELL | Cryptids, Wendigo, Skinwalker Horror Stories


I’m a 24 year old male now, but this story
takes place when I was about 14 years old. Growing up I lived in a neighborhood on the
edge of a small desert town in Southern California. Running along the west side of this town is
a huge winding canyon with a small river running through it, and as a kid, me and my friends
spent a lot of time running and exploring throughout it. Directly across the street from the house
I lived in at the time, is some type of electrical station. Just to the right of that was an old field. This old field is at the top of the river
bottom, and then levels of more old fields after that, like huge curved steps leading
down to the bottom. By fields I mean that they were once used
for agricultural purposes, but at this point they were basically just huge overgrown dirt
lots. Well one night, a group of at least 6 of us
decided to go camp overnight down in the dirt lots and just told our parents that we were
staying at a friend’s house. We just planned on having a fire, playing
some guitar and drinking a couple of beers. Like I mentioned before, there are multiple
levels here and the hills in between each level are pretty steep, but there is a dirt
road that runs along the side and goes all the way down to the bottom. The road starts right next to the entrance
gate of the electrical station, which is only a couple of hundred feet from the street and
has a bright light illuminating the area around it. Let’s just call it the entrance light. So we walked down a couple of levels and set
up at the bottom of the second to last hill, not too far from the dirt road. We get a fire going, play some music, and
start having a pretty cool time. We were being pretty loud though, and had
a pretty big fire going, so every once in a while one of us would run up the steep hill
behind us to take a look around and make sure that the fire wasn’t getting too big. At some point I walked off to take a leak,
and on the way back I decided to make a quick run up the hill to make sure the coast was
clear. I take a quick scan around and see something
moving around up by the top of the road, which I can only see because of the entrance light
behind whatever it was. I back up and move down the hill a bit so
only my head is peeking over. I try to signal down to the guys but no one
is paying attention. When I look back up, my eyes adjust more and
I see what looks like the silhouette of a man, not walking back and forth, but walking
in circle…. A tight circle… My first thought was, maybe they’re on the
phone? But then I see both arms swinging at their
sides. I don’t know exactly what time it was, but
I remember that it was pretty late. What the hell was this person doing out here
in the middle of the night by themselves… Walking in circles? I can hear the guys behind me still laughing
and talking. I turn back and see my friend Paul heading
up the hill to see what I was doing. I signaled for him to keep low and pointed
up at the person. Not long after, all of our heads were lined
up peeking over the top of the hill. We were all giggling and whispering to each
other trying to figure out what the hell this person was doing. The longer we watched though, and the more
we paid attention, the creepier it got. Something about the way they moved was just…. unnatural. We start breaking back into whispered conversation
when the person stops, turns, and faces our direction. The moon was out that night, but we were a
few hundred yards away and in the dark so I was sure that they couldn’t see or hear
us, but it felt like they could, like they were looking right at us. I took a glance back and saw that the fire
had died down some so I know it wasn’t that. Then all of a sudden they start walking. NOT down the dirt road next to them, but down
the rough steep hill in front of them. Out of the light, out of sight, directly towards
us. We all flipped out and went flailing down
the hill. We got to the bottom and started grabbing
our stuff and kicking out the fire. The only place to really go or hide, was further
down in the river bottom, or to a large tree a little further down the road surrounded
by thick bushes. I grabbed my guitar and started running towards
the tree which was maybe a hundred yards away. Not even half way there I look over and, about
30 feet away I see, a tent floating across the field next to me…… because someone
decided that they were going to bring the whole damn tent with us to hide. It was actually pretty hilarious. You couldn’t see their legs or anything, just
this big ass tent still put together, bounding across a damn field. Anyways, all of us, including the impressively
sturdy tent, made it to the tree. Me thinking that the person would be coming
straight down the hills and not down the road, I went around and hid on the far side between
some bushes. A minute or two passes and we quiet down. Then we start to hear very clear, heavy footsteps,
getting closer, but from the road. Me and my buddy Larry are right next to the
road, only a couple of small bushes separating us. We sat there with our pocket knives out, just
in case, and the steps continued getting closer. I want to mention, that at this point, I wasn’t
exactly shitting myself. It was really creepy but it was more just
this bizarre thing that was happening. What happens next though, I still can’t
explain, and this is what still freaks me out about this night. The footsteps were loud and they were getting
really close. They make their way towards the end of the
bushes, right next to me of course, and they stop. They were maybe 5 feet away from us. Me and Larry look at each other like in complete
confusion. We just sit there, holding our knives, listening
and waiting. After a few minutes of silence, I can’t
stand it anymore. As slowly and quietly as possible I stand
up and peak out onto the road, FULLY expecting to see someone standing there, but I don’t
see anything. I walk out of the bushes and out onto the
road. There was absolutely nothing there. It was so quiet out there that whoever this
was could not have gone in any direction or really moved at all without us hearing it,
but there I stood, and there was nothing. They just vanished. I called everyone out and we just stood there
on the road, confused Eventually we all left, because we definitely
weren’t going to stay there. We all ended up crashing at my house that
night. One of the strangest and creepiest experiences
i’ve ever had. I live in Columbia, Missouri. I’m 25 now, but this event took place when
I was 17 and still in high school. My family used to own roughly 60 acres south-ish
of Columbia that backed right up to the Missouri River. When you stood at the highest point at the
rear of the property, you could see the river snaking through the bottoms. It was a sight, one I miss. In my high school years before we sold the
property in 2011 when I had since left for college, I would routinely drive to the property
on weekends and camp in the back field in the bed of my truck. Our property was surrounded by native buriel
mounds, however there weren’t any directly on our property. What we did have was a small cemetary set
back a bit in the trees towards the rear of the property. I was sitting in the bed of my truck one particular
fall evening that I had chosen to head down and camp. I had brush hogged a large clearing in the
field I was sitting in the weekend before. I was enjoying my sweet tea and silence of
the rural Missouri countryside when on the opposite side of the clearing that was up
against the woods, close to the small cemetary we had, I noticed a figure. The moon was not bright on this night, and
I couldn’t tell what exactly this thing was, however I knew it wasn’t any wild animal I
had ever seen or that is native to central Missouri. It looked somewhat human, but definitely wasn’t. It moved slow and awkwardly and had weird
angular looking limbs. The only thing I could clearly see was its
eyes when it stopped and looked at me. My God, I had never seen anything like it
to that point in my young life, or since. They weren’t glowing per-se, but I could see
them clearly as if this thing wanted me to fear it just by looking at its eyes. We were locked in for about 3 seconds when
it made an awful screaming type noise. The closest I can relate it to is what I would
imagine gravel in a garbage disposal would sound like. That’s when I decided it was time to get out
of dodge and go home to sleep. It never advanced towards me or threatened
me, but when it looked at me a feeling of dread I’ve never matched again washed in. The purest form of dread you can imagine. Once I had clammered my way into the truck
and started driving out, I saw it turn around and skulk back into the woods towards the
small cemetary previously mentioned. I have no idea what I actually saw, but the
only thing I can think of is a skin walker considering the native buriel mounds and cemetary. That explanation doesn’t make much sense either
since skinwalkers are generally entities seen in the southwest USA, not central Missouri
river bluffs. If anyone has an idea what it may be other
than that, I’d welcome input. The Osage and Missouria tribes are the ones
that inhabited this area of Missouri just for general information. Concluding my story, as I mentioned previously
we sold the property in 2011 so I can’t go back to provide any more details that may
be relevent. I never camped on the property again and whenever
I did go back to brush hog or help the neighbor bale the hay, I always felt a bit of dread
in that back field. Been holding off on sharing this because I’m
still kind of shaken from it. My family has always been hunters and usually
stick to the same places when it comes to said hunts. My great grandfather took my grandfather,
grandfather took mom, mom took me. It was always a good time going. This last year during the deer and bear hunts
we went to San Juan Elk Ridge in southern utah just like every other year. It’s a really beautiful area next to a native
American resurvation and another area called Beef Basin. Stupid name right? So we sent up our canvas wall tent, we being
Grandad mom and i, and get camp all cozy and livable. At around 3:30 pm my grandpa and I went for
a hike to see what we could find. With bears in the area both of us always had
guns on us. We had been here many times before and both
of us know where we were at all times. But this hike felt different, like that stereotypical
“someone’s watching me” feeling. I could tell it wasn’t just me cause my fearless
67 year old grandad was gripping his rifle a little tighter than usual. That’s when I heard the whispers. Not loud enough to understand what they were
saying but loud enough to hear. They seemed to be coming from just ahead of
us in a small clearing of trees. As we came into the clearing the whispers
stopped, but we saw one of the biggest bucks we have ever seen right by the oposite tree
line. So being the hunter I was, I raise my gun
and aim for his heart. Bam. First shot misses. The deer doesn’t even flinch. I can hear my grandpa whispering to shoot
again. Bam. Second shot hits dead on. Through my scope I can see I hit him and see
blood pour from the wound. But the deer doesn’t drop. Instead he turns and looks at us for a few
seconds before calmly walking into the woods. “What the fuck” I hear my grandpa say. Good to know I’m not crazy and that he saw
that Shit too. We go over to where he was and there is no
blood on the ground at all even after we saw the deer bleeding. At that point it was almost dark so we decided
to go back to camp to talk about this imortal ass deer. About halfway back we hear the whispers again,
but louder this time. It’s obviously a man but we still can’t make
anything out. We get to camp okay and sit in the tent to
tell my mom what had happened. She was pretty scared and thought we should
go home, which was a Shit idea considering we were 8 hours South of where we lived. So we decide to move camp the next day and
settle in for bed. I wake up in the middle of the night to heavy
footsteps outside the tent. You could tell whatever it was was on 2 legs
and very big. The full moon was out so when whatever it
was gets to the front of the tent I see the siloette of something at least 8 feet tall,
thin as a tree branch, with 2 long arms and huge scragly antlers. I see its long arm reach to the front flap
and then 3 long, grey fingers start opening the door. I’m scared shitless and can’t move due to
fear. The flap opens enough to see the things face
peeking in. It’s eyes were like a cats, glowing slightly
green. But out of nowhere it stops and just stares
at me. I’m sure it knew I was awake and scared out
of my wits but it closes the flap and walks back the way it came. That’s when I passed out from fear. I woke up the next morning to my grandad and
mom making breakfast and I tell them about what I saw. Then my grandpa goes on to explain that what
he thinks I saw was a skinwalker. I’m not sure if this is accurate, so excuse
me if i’m wrong but this is what he told me. He said they are pretty much corrupt native
shamen that can shapeshift and cast spells which would explain the deer not droppi g
after being shot, or possibly a wendigo which are monsters that people turn in to after
eating other humans. I honestly think it was a wendigo. After I got home that week I read online about
an old mine that collapsed in the early 1900s that blocked people in that was a few miles
away from where we were. Im sure that being locked in a mine would
make your buddies look pretty tasty…. Either way that was the scariest Shit I’ve
ever seen In my life I’ve never been a person to think that skinwalkers
are real, until one week ago. Last week I went camping with my mom, and
we were in Strawberry Arizona . We were going to be camping for the weekend starting Friday
night to Sunday afternoon. We arived at about 6 o’clock and it was already
dark. My mom started a small fire and we got working
on putting up our tents. We got that done about 30 minutes later. We had our dinner, some smores and went to
bed. I woke up at 10, as I needed to go pee, so
I got out a flashlight and went out to pee. A few moments later, I started walking back
to my tent and I heard something scratching on what I assumed was wood. I stopped and looked arround, there was nothing
there. I jogged back to my tent and got in. Within a few moments after I got into my tent,
I heard the scratching again, it was closer now, way closer, after a minute or 2 it went
away. I fell asleep 15 minutes later. I was awoken to a loud screech. It sounded like it was within 20 feet of us,
I didn’t dare go out there with whatever that thing was. I was still half asleep and I turned on my
flashlight in the tent and pointed it to the walls of the tent. Big mistake. It was attracted to my light and walked to
it. I saw it’s silhouette come into view, it was
a large figure, everything about it seemed human at first, then I notoced the ‘fingers’. They had what looked to be like claws instead,
the height of it was larger than any person I had ever seen, its legs were not human like
either… they looked like they belonged to a goat. It started scratching on my tent, making holes
in it. I saw a part of the tall figure, it’s legs
were, as I described before, goat like. I was paralyzed. The thing scratched my leg while trying to
get into my tent. I kicked it. To my suprise it didn’t scratch me again whenever
i did this. Then, the creature started to shrink (this
is the best way I can describe it) and it was what appeared to be a wolf, it got on
its back legs and ran. I s**t you not it ran on its back legs. I got a first aid kit out of my bag and wrapped
my leg. The cut wasnt too deep, but it was bleeding
pretty good. I got out of my tent and went into my mom’s
tent, she was awake and as frightened as i was.. Within 15 minutes, everything was in the car
and we got out of there. It was probably 3 in the morning whenever
this happened and we got home at about 5 in the morning. Lets just say that I am not going camping
again for a while. The user who sent me this story sent me a
picture of the wound on their leg, but I don’t think YouTube would allow me to show it, as
there’s a lot of blood. So unfortunately I can’t show you guys.

94 thoughts on “4 True SCARY Camping Stories That Are CREEPY AS HELL | Cryptids, Wendigo, Skinwalker Horror Stories

  1. Thanks for watching! Here are some time-stamps in case you'd like to skip a certain story
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    STORY 3: 10:07
    STORY 4: 14:35

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  2. This is why I carry lol, works wonders against people. Things that go bump in the night? Better bring an elephant gun and hope the grace of whatever God exists smiles upon you.

  3. listening to the secoknd story being confused AF and my Computer has to do some things to scare the shit out of me…
    my computer be like:nah dude i gonna stop this video…
    and it does that and i got scared AF im like: excuse me what?

  4. okay so I'm a new subscriber to this channel and I'm addicted to theses stories but the first story on this compilation confuses me, first he said he saw a person then his story went strangely from one person to 'they' hmm it seems a bit strange. Was it one person or a group of people?

  5. LMAO does everything have to be a skinwalker when it's a dine thing. Stupid…. Wait til scwene sees you in Western Montana it makes a skinwalker look like a bitch, he'll kill ur horses, take ur food then torture you and watch u die

  6. LOL the tent story though. We all have that one stupid, what-the-hell-goes-on-in-that-peanut-brain-head-of-yours, funny friend that we love.

  7. For the last story, I can tell that didn’t happen because if his flashlight was shining on the tent wall then you wouldn’t be able to see a silhouette outside the tent

  8. I only got to 1:20 but i have to stop it and tell you "kids" something VERY important…. first off unless you parent(s) are completely undeserving fuckoffs they are….and always will be…. your #1 … trust me they knew before having you how much of a pain in the ass you were going to be, how expensive you were going to be, and how high maintenance you were going to be and guess what… they still choose life…your life…. the reason i am bringing this up is because this first story says
    "no one knew we were camping; we told our parents we were staying at eachothers houses"
    I know it is so cliche but your parent(s) value your life over their own…in some cases they literally made sure that if god forbid your birth had complications the dr had direct orders to save your lives first…. no one will be there for you faster….literally your parents will ALWAYS show up at a accident scene before the friggin police… if, god forbid ,you are not heard from…your parent(s) will be the FIRST to notice…. if something is moved in your car…your room… your parent(s) will notice and give the detectives their first clue….in other words DO NOT LIE TO YOUR PARENT(S)! Trust me if you are tied up in a basement being tortured that lie is going to be all you think about!! I told my daughters if they ever sneak out PLEASE leave me a note….of course firstly DONT sneak out (and i give them all the reasons why not to) but if they still are going to i need a fucking note because thats valuable time from the second i find out that you could be in some nut job's trunk getting further and further from home! Please leave the time on your note! Also always have your cell charged…if there is no note i would assume youve been kidnapped and the police will be called!!

    I highly recommend this…. i made a contract that both my daughters, their father, and myself had to sign…it pretty much was a contract saying they will call me if there is ever ANY KIND OF PROBLEM…. i MUST come help them no questions asked or must give them a ride no questions asked… their father and i are NOT allowed to yell, judge, punish or even talk if you wish the whole car ride no matter how late, what we were doing, what they were doing, how drunk etc….. BUT the next day i can ask all the questions i want and just might whip your ass!! 😉
    I was a teen not that long ago….actually,dead serious, feels like just the other day; you WILL see why everyone always says that trust me!! Anyway sorry so long i just really hope you make up a contract for your parents (or your kids) make it fun but make sure they know you're serious also make sure you dont care if its only one drink or one hit gettin in a car where the person driving….themselves or not….has had "only one" is unacceptable actually make it the name of the contract ….you can use that if you want ….the " one IS done" or "the only one" contract ….idgaf what you name it trust me i will find my drunk ass kid in the woods by a fire pit if i have to…and as per the contract i will do it with a silent smile…. until morning…..

  9. Dear person that sent photo of leg…how about photo after you cleaned your leg so we can see what type of cut without blood…. or even a picture of the tent…maybe even better

  10. That's as gay as a 2 dollar bill dipped in aids sauce, crumpled up and put inside an ashtray in a motorcycle,

  11. I think that the fourtb one is a skin walker because the are shapeshifters but tend to have green cat like eyes and windigoes tend to look more like a human just elongated limbs sharp and sharp teeth and tent to be hairless

  12. The wendigo does not scare me. But when it turns into a dog and a wolf and runs on its hind legs. That for some reason creeps me out

  13. I live on the missouri river near colombia and ive seen it and heard its horrifying scream it looks like a skinwalker on crack it was maybe 30 feet from me when i was fishing im glad i had a shotgun i shot at it and ive havnt seen it sense

  14. Anyone else notice that skinwalkers tend to not hurt people? The one person that got scratched the skinwalker even ran off after realizing someone was in the tent like "Oops, sorry dude!" Lol. For being nearly unkillable and supposedly bloodthirsty they sure are letting a lot of people live.

  15. That third one was a skin walker wendigoes couldnt have made that deer not drop plus a wendigo would’ve eaten all of them

  16. I realize this is a super old video but I wanna see how many people actually respond anyways.
    Everybody tag yourself. I'm tent guy.

  17. Shaman is not a term used by Native Americans. It comes from a different continent entirely. Medicine Man is accurate

  18. Why do people run away from things they don't understand in the woods. Turn the tables on the scary creature, get naked and run towards it while making police car siren sounds while flailing your arms in the air. Bet the boogey man runs away.

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