My strange experience
It was September 20, 2000, a peaceful day. A bunch of us were headed out to Fall Creek to go camping for two fun filled days. We had no idea what was about to occur. It would haunt the six of us for the rest of our lives, and we’d always wonder what exactly had taken place that night back in the fall of 2000.
We had just finished loading the car; all of us were more than ready to get going. It would be a long drive for the six of us squished in a car, about an hour’s drive. I was especially apprehensive about the trip; Fall Creek was not one of my favorite spots to camp. I couldn’t help but remember the unsettling feeling I’d always had when camping at Fall Creek. I always felt as if something was out in the dark woods at night watching us. The next two nights would give me reason to never set foot back in that area again.
After finally finding a camping spot, the six of us set up camp and prepared for a relaxing first night out in the fresh air. It was such a beautiful spot; the river was a mere few minutes hike from where we were set up and the wind whipped through the tall trees surrounding our camp. It would certainly be a calming night, we all thought. And it did start out that way.
The first evening everything went smoothly. We snacked on junk food, roasted marshmallows, and sat around the fire. No one felt even slightly uncomfortable out in the dark woods. But things wouldn’t stay that way for long...
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