Oct 1, 2026 · 3 hr 22 min · 73 segments
Three hours of true scary stories are told in the rain in this chilling collection. Explore creepy encounters, eerie noises, and terrifying shadows that haunt lonely, storm-soaked nights. Uncover…
I was with my two college friends doing a weekend camping trip in the woods near us.
I'll use different names for their privacy, so I'll call them Ryan and Jamie.
Ryan and I aren't experienced in outdoor activities, so it was Jamie leading us through it all.
He had a small spot by the river that he led us to.
It was a couple miles through the woods, but there was a huge field just on the edge of the river that we would set up camp at.
When we got there, nobody else was there.
We set everything up right in the middle of the field, between the woods and the river, then brought out the beers and sat around the campfire.
A little while after getting there, I happened to see some people out by the tree line.
They looked like hunters, having dirty clothes and backpacks, like they were blending into the woods, but I didn't see any rifles.
They were pretty far though, so maybe I just couldn't see them.
I pointed him out to my friends, but Jamie had a puzzled look.
He said hunting in these woods was illegal, and it wasn't even hunting season anyway.
He seemed really concerned that they were out here.
Ryan joked that he was taking it too seriously, and we went back to our random conversations.
A few more hours later, we agreed to call it a night.
The sun had been down for a while at this point, and the hike had really worn us out.
We all went into our tents, but not being used to it, I found it really hard to fall asleep.
Something about being out in the open, in a tiny tent, and laying on a thin blow-up mattress, just had me feeling off.
I must have laid there for a whole two hours, and at that point, I was just hoping I could at least get a few hours of sleep.
But then something instantly made me wide awake.
footsteps, coming toward our tents.
At first I thought it had to be Ryan or Jamie, probably coming back from using the bathroom, but I swear I would have heard them unzipping their tent and walking out.
Only a few seconds later, though, I realized there were more than just one set of footsteps.
There were two or three, maybe even more, all walking in a line.
I looked at the thin wall of my tent, thinking I should be able to see their lights coming toward us, but there weren't any lights at all.
I was with my two college friends doing a weekend camping trip in the woods near us.
I'll use different names for their privacy, so I'll call them Ryan and Jamie.
Ryan and I aren't experienced in outdoor activities, so it was Jamie leading us through it all.
He had a small spot by the river that he led us to.
It was a couple miles through the woods, but there was a huge field just on the edge of the river that we would set up camp at.
When we got there, nobody else was there.
We set everything up right in the middle of the field, between the woods and the river, then brought out the beers and sat around the campfire.
A little while after getting there, I happened to see some people out by the tree line.
They looked like hunters, having dirty clothes and backpacks, like they were blending into the woods, but I didn't see any rifles.
They were pretty far though, so maybe I just couldn't see them.
I pointed him out to my friends, but Jamie had a puzzled look.
He said hunting in these woods was illegal, and it wasn't even hunting season anyway.
He seemed really concerned that they were out here.
Ryan joked that he was taking it too seriously, and we went back to our random conversations.
A few more hours later, we agreed to call it a night.
The sun had been down for a while at this point, and the hike had really worn us out.
We all went into our tents, but not being used to it, I found it really hard to fall asleep.
Something about being out in the open, in a tiny tent, and laying on a thin blow-up mattress, just had me feeling off.
I must have laid there for a whole two hours, and at that point, I was just hoping I could at least get a few hours of sleep.
But then something instantly made me wide awake.
footsteps, coming toward our tents.
At first I thought it had to be Ryan or Jamie, probably coming back from using the bathroom, but I swear I would have heard them unzipping their tent and walking out.
Only a few seconds later, though, I realized there were more than just one set of footsteps.
There were two or three, maybe even more, all walking in a line.
I looked at the thin wall of my tent, thinking I should be able to see their lights coming toward us, but there weren't any lights at all.
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