These Camping Stories Will Either Leave You Eager For Adventure Or Unwilling To Leave The House

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A woman relives the horror of her childhood, along with memories of her only friend, a doll named Betsy. I was just frozen watching this person move closer to our camp. The one where dad gets what he deserves.

I really could only see the outline of him. Let me explain: You can give yourself the shivers now, but by the time you get around to camping again next year, the terror will have faded — at least, that's the idea.

Real-life camping horror stories

The one where dad gets what he deserves. My dad took my brother and I camping in our backyard when I was six. He got really intense about it and wouldn't let us go inside to use the bathroom, so--in the middle of the night--I peed in the tent and then went into the house and slept in my own bed. We were camping as a family and my brother was about 3 at the time. Look at the big butterfly! Not a big butterfly. A bat had gotten into the tent and was flying around in a panic because it couldn't get out. I think I'm still partially deaf from my mom's screams. My two best friends and I were camping by a lake and decided to go skinny dipping late at night. I can't see anything! NoThanks — A couple years ago, my friends and I went to a camp that had a pretty prevalent raccoon problem. One night a woman in our campsite took a shower with some strawberry-scented shampoo instead of the scentless stuff we were instructed to use. She woke up in the middle of the night to a raccoon combing through, LICKING, and CHEWING on her hair. I was sitting on the steps of an RV and watching one of my older cousins try out a fishing rod in the parking lot. He swung it in an area where there was no one around, but as soon as he did, my younger cousin came running out of another RV in his direction. As the hook descends, my younger cousin looked up and it caught him in the forehead. There was blood running down his face and all the parents ran out shrieking. The dearly departed donkey. I was sleeping with my cousins outside of a cabin that our parents were staying in, when I woke up because of a terrifying noise. It's hard to describe, but it was like a horse in pain. I woke everyone else up and they told me I was dreaming, so I forgot about it. Four years later I found out that a donkey was killed by a cougar that night on the next property over. I was on my period, which made hiking 10+ miles a day while carrying a 30 lb. He had a special bag for them and we had to have a whole conversation about it before the trip. The territorial wolf spider. I was in the ladies' shower stall, minding my own business, when a huge, territorial WOLF SPIDER decided to join me. For those of you who are not familiar with wolf spiders, those things can get to be the size of your hand and this one had its own zip code. I screamed and tactfully left the ladies room with my towel wrapped around me and my toiletries in hand. He can have it! There was a horrible storm on the second day of a camping trip I took with my family. The lightning was flashing before our eyes and the thunder was crashing like hell. I was 10 years old and terrified; hiding in my tent screaming my lungs out. All of a sudden we heard sirens--it was an ambulance. A person at the camp site right beside us got hit by lightning and was unconscious! To this day, thunder storms still scare the absolute shit out of me. In case you don't know, moose are actually pretty dangerous, so I took off running, losing my pajama pants and underwear as I run. So there I am, sprinting through the woods in the middle of the night, half-naked, and I hop behind a large rock to hide from the moose... I'm not sure what was worse: having to walk down to the lodge with porcupine quills in my butt, or having to endure the mocking that ensued for the rest of the summer. There was a man in his fifties staying alone in the campsite next to my boyfriend and I, and--much to my protesting--my boyfriend invited him over for dinner and some drinks. The man proceeded to get very drunk and tell us he was there to meet a swingers group. He then tried to talk my boyfriend into letting him sleep with me. I slept in the backseat of the truck that night. With a machete at hand. I was camping with my family and family friends and one night at about 1am we heard strange moaning and chanting sounds. We looked outside our tents and saw a group of women walking in circles around their fire while reading from a strange book. We didn't sleep much that night and left as soon as it was daylight. My elementary school had a graduation trip where they took all the 6th graders on a camping trip near Santa Barbara. On the last day, one of the activities was going on a long hike to a nearby lake to go swimming... I haaaaaaate bugs I always have , so walking through a bunch of wilderness wasn't my thing, but still--nothing prepared me for what was about to happen. The last struggle before getting to the lake was to cross this huge, dry creek. I kid you not, thousands of black spiders of all sizes began to crawl out of that hole--and I was wearing sandals! I ran away crying and it still gives me the chills. During a camping trip my dog Lady trotted off into the woods while we were having a good time by the river. After several minutes of quiet, we went to go find her: she was playfully rolling in a decomposing moose carcass. On top of that, she had found my father's fresh stool sample and rolled on that first. She smelled like death, but I've never seen a dog so proud of herself. Even though she bathed in the river, no one would touch her for the duration of the trip. All was going well, but it was so hot and the ice cream my friend was eating looked so delicious and refreshing. I caved in and had about three ice cream cones that day and then decided that since I was back on the dairy train I might as well have some macaroni and cheese for dinner. I was sleeping in the top bunk that night, and woke up and projectile vomited across the bed. I couldn't get down, so I just puked 7 to 8 times into my pillow case. We stripped down the bed and put everything outside... My boyfriend and I were on a rock climbing trip in the Shawangunk Mountain region of the Catskills. I stayed back at the crag and admired the calm and stillness of the warm September day. I looked up and saw my boyfriend running through the forest, being chased by a swarm of bees. It turns out that he had somehow managed to poop directly on top of a bee hive. Luckily, he managed to escape with only a few stings on his legs and bottom. The lesson of the story, kids, is to always look before you do a 2.

Not a big butterfly. They got up to look outside the tent, and saw nothing. Tell us in the comments reddit camping stories below. This was enough to thoroughly creep them out. So we had anon settled down in the tent and I was just falling asleep when through my eyelids, the whole tent lights up. One night a woman in our campsite took a shower with some strawberry-scented shampoo instead of the scentless stuff we were instructed to use. All of a solo it sounds like my car is about to be attacked by 100 people.