Creepiest Camping Stories Novels & Stories

he asked surprising me not sure if it was him who wanted to know how my first time at the camp was "I forgot to carry my sleeping bags and tent...it started raining and well…" It was fun at first but at night it started raining heavily. My friend forgot my little tent and I ended up getting soaked that night. I would have used other tents, unfortunately, they were all occupied. In the morning I was sent back because I got sick

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

I called out. "Hmm?" "Promise you won't laugh?" "'Course, I won't." "I'm scared." I said out what had been eating me up since we got here. I waited to hear the sound of his laughter but it never came. "Really?" He said. "Yeah." I said and tilted my head to face him. "I'm scared of camping, especially in the night. I feel like things are gonna come out and eat us any minute." "Why didn't you say something before?" He turned to face me too, a look of concern on his face.

She gets up and leaves. Kara's POV: Camping is fun. Wow, that's something I never thought I'd be saying... He makes it fun. I've spent most of the evening not worried about the bugs and large animals that might be lurking in the woods. Of course, to make matters worse, I hear some leaves crunching and footsteps approaching the tent. I clutch the blanket he brought. It's camo print. How fitting. Maybe it will hide me. I hide underneath, just in case.

Camelia said, standing in front of Cameron and I “The camps and I never get along,” I said as we continued our way "Really, why is this?" Cameron asked I stuttered a little as I recalled my disgusting memories of the camp, when I was ten years old, the room I slept in was burnt down by idiots, and when I was twelve I was standing on a cliff and I fell from a height of 15 meters and it was the curse that pushed me, and you don't even wonder how I am on Alive now because I can't tell you, my God I hate camps so much.... 14

He was lighting a cigarette. “Seriously?” I grumbled. “He wouldn’t even offer to help.” Crunching leaves filled the air as I walked. “Just so you know,” Rex called out, “there’s a group of stray wolves like you camping a few miles from there. Either you get attacked, or you all have a little reunion. Either way, you’re on your own.” I ignored him. He was obviously lying, probably trying to scare me into staying so we could keep talking about his weird fantasies.

We found a huge oak tree and tied our horses firmly to it before finding a place to squat and probably spend the night. It was already noon, and as much as I didn’t find it safe to sleep out especially after what happened the last time, it was even more dangerous to travel at night. “I’ve heard every version of that story from just about everyone in the clan—” “—about how the whole forest turns into some kind of haunted circus at night,” Laurel jumped in before I could finish. She always did that. “Yeah, I know. Monsters in the shadows, creepy noises that’ll scramble your brains. Honestly? I’m good. Let’s just sleep and move on tomorrow.”

"There's something out here. I saw something move." "Do you realize we're camping in the woods behind the cemetery? Of course, there's got to be ghosts." A small unsettling smirk cracked on his lips. "Many innocent ones died untimely deaths because of bitches like you. They're here to say Hi to you. Now be quiet and let me eat."

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.