Scary stories in the woods…

[PROUDREDNECK]

My father told me this one, it`s a true story but not from the woods...

A guy is walking in one of those seeemengly endless dusty roads asking for a car ride in a light rain, minutes after a truck with a cabin full of people stops , driver says I got no room for you here but if you don`t mind crawl back on the truck bed, guy nods, quickly climbed and sees a brand new coffin in the truck bed...he did not knew that those guys were all going to take the coffin to a close town due to a family member death.

He`s curiosity is bigger than he`s fear, he opens the coffin and realizes it`s empty and brand new so he got inside it and closes the lid, once inside he says great! this way I will not get more wet.

Some miles after truck stops on the road to lift three other people also asking for a ride, they quickly got into the truck`s bed, once there they saw the coffin and all three cross themselves and cuddle in the farthest corner possible.

Minutes after the guy who was inside the coffin lifts the lid and takes out one hand to check if rain stopped...and YES...all of a sudden driver sees three guys rolling and bumping in the dust stopping inmediately...he gets out of the truck asking are you guys ok????

The guys get up and start running away from the truck down the road pointing the trucks bed and shouting...the dead! the dead!!!

[Rudyl]

Great stories.

[BBRU]

Keep em coming

[nursejenn]

Stumbled upon this while searching for emu stories... Bumping ttt for some new ones and some entertainment today! These are hilarious!

[SaltwaterSlick]

Not necessarily a scary story.....but a scared story

I started bow hunting at 9 with my family in the stand with me, when I turned 12 I started hunting by myself.

I used to be scared sitting in the stand in the mornings before sun up, that I would curl up around the platform chair and try my hardest to go to sleep. If I could go to sleep, I wouldn't imagine all of the aliens/creatures that were going to come up the ladder and get me. At the time, we used to build 4x8 platforms in oak trees, so I had plenty of room to curl up.

I never told my family this because I had to be "tough", but I remember dreading the morning hunts.

He, He, He... "uncle Troy" is STIll like that!

[Dusty Britches]

Some of these are freaking funny! I'm still waiting to see the scariest story I've ever heard which involves an organatang. And it was a TBH member that told it!

[Flint knapper]

This was told to my father by a ranch forman that lived just down the road.
It seems a man and his wife were deerhunting on salt creek and the woman shot a Mt lion and the lion hit the brush.
Not knowing what to do, the man came to the forman and they got his two dogs that were known to be tough dogs on any critter. ( Kill coyotes without any prob. )
They went back to the place where the cat was shot and turned out the dogs.
The dogs hit the bloody trail, but after a bit, the dogs came back with their tails between their legs wempering and jumped back in the truck.
This didn't stop the forman, so he took up his light and gun and started blood trailing the cat. Then as he got in some thick brush, and after hearing a large animal moving ahead, a cold chill ran up his spine and he thought to himself that this wasn't the smartest thing that he had ever done. So he turned around and followed the dogs and jumped back in the truck!

[BO-N-ARO]

Several years ago several of us left camp after dark to go retrieve a doe one of the hunters shot right at last light. We had a couple of lanterns and flash lights. We started at the shot and started tracking the blood, found the arrow and quickly found...... a large bloody spot.....but no deer?? When the lantern showed up it lit the area up and that's when someone said "Hey look...it looks like something drug the deer this direction". When I walked over there and saw the bloody drag marks I hesitated and said "this aint good",,,"this looks like a cat to me". That's about the time we see the doe.......... with her hind quarter gone. That's when the hair on the back of my neck stood up, because one of the guys earlier before we found the deer said, "Hey, I think I heard it walk off". I think it was the lion !!
One more, I got to camp to hunt spring turkey late one night. I un-loaded, got everything ready for the morning and jumped in bed. Shortly after I laid my head on the pillow, I felt something fall on my pillow.....and than something run across my forehead!!!! I jumped up, grabbed a light and there he was...a dad-gum mouse!! I wanted to scream like a little girl, but grabbed a boot and smacked him instead. Still gives me the creeps when I think about it!

[kaizen]

It was Elk season 2010 southern Colorado. We had set up a tent camp and had not started hunting yet. We had driven back into the national forest and found a good place to camp. The scenery was outstanding. The temperatures wonderful compared to Texas. My internal clock had not adjusted to the new time zone. So, I wake up in the middle of the night needing to use the “facilities”. It was 2 am.

Our latrine consisted of some designated trees about 100 yds from camp. The moon had been full. It never seemed darker than dusk. I was using one of those little lights clipped to the bill of my cap for task lighting. I walk outside half asleep wearing a pair of fleece pants, crocs, t-shirt, and ball cap, grab a roll tp and head for the tree. About 3/4 way to my destination there was a small dry drain that you could easily step across. It stepped across went a little further and found a good spot. I was vaguely aware then that it was really dark. The moon at set! No problem I had my clip on light. I did my business and headed back. I stepped across the drainage, walked a little further hoping I would be able to get back to sleep and then I stepped across the drain again. What the heck? Feeling a little uncertain. Ok, no problem I just got turned a little when I left the tree and wasn’t walking straight back to the camp clearing. I adjusted and walked a little further. Oops, I’m at the drain again. I look around, my little light illuminating a 15’ circle of Aspen trees. I realize I’m not sure the direction back to camp. I shiver realizing that its 45 degrees. Not cold and I’m not lost. No sir. Where did that thought come from? Heck, I’m less than 150 yds from camp. My brain tells my legs to push on. A little faster now, I want to hurry back and put this behind me maybe I will cook breakfast. The brush starts to get thick. There was not any thick stuff near camp. A huge fallen tree blocks my path. No problem. Just walk around but speed up some because none of this looks right and I need to get back to camp. Hurry now, camp is just ahead it has to be. I’m enveloped by thicker brush and deadfalls. Push through this thick stuff as quick as possible. Hurry now none of this looks right. I take two wild frenzied steps my heart racing.

NO! I freeze in place. I physically heard the NO! like a word spoken to a child reaching for a hot stove. Funny, it even sounded like my voice. The woods were quite. I sat down on a fallen tree. Think. I’m fool was the first thought and I’m lost was the second thought.

Ultimately I found my way back to camp. I even made it before first light. It took me a good three hours though.

[hero_moneybags]

I was out spotlighting for varmints one night with a buddy and chased a wounded critter into the brush. After I got about 50 yards in I lost the track of it and I started to look around with my flashlight. I noticed that the ground was soaked in blood. Then I looked over and saw the freshly decapitated head of a goat with its mouth open staring at me. As kept looking around all I could see was blood and body parts of goats. I was certain that there was either a giant mountain lion or a pack of blood thirsty satanists nearby. I turned and ran as faster than I had ever ran in my life back to the truck screaming the whole way "lets get the ___________ out of here!" I jumped in the truck and told my buddy to floor it. After I caught my breath I told him what I saw. It turned out that the goats had eaten some poison johnson grass and the the rancher had dragged their carcasses out into the brush earlier that day and the coyotes and vultures had been having a little party.

[nursejenn]

Walking to the stand with my 6 year old is a trip. He follows along next to or right behind asking...
Him- There are no bears or tigers in Texas, right?
Me- No there are no tigers and no bears in this part of Texas.
Him-What about rattlesnakes? Do they come out in the dark?
Me- It's too cold for rattlesnakes right now (thinking- 50 is too cold right?)
Him- Are there mountain lions in Texas?
Me- No, there are no mountain lions in this part of Texas, Aaron. (Thinking- that we know of anyway)
Him-Mama, are there coyotes inside our fence?
Me- No Aaron, coyotes can't jump fences but how about I carry you so we can walk a little faster, ok?


Then there was the time, I and my oldest (8ish at the time) were walking to my stand in complete darkness (he had the flashlight) and spooked up a does and two fawns about 5 feet in front of us. I think I peed my pants a little on that one...

I try to play on my phone or something in the mornings before it's light because if I let my imagination run wild, any second a something bad is gonna climb up in that tree or pop up out of nowhere in the stand with me... LOL

[steve corn]

A fishing tale. When I was 12 or 13 my dad took me and my brothers catfishing(all 5 boys). When we got to the river and got iour poles out my younger brother and I noticed an old bucket on the bank. We both broke and ran for a place to sit. I won and sat down as soon as I could. about 15 minutes latter I felt something bump my back side. When I jumped up a water moccisin slithered out of the bucket and I fell in the river.