Male "scary story" from a school trip (2 photos). Scary stories and mystical stories Scary stories in the wild on the hikes

This scary horror story happened to me five years ago. I was 19 then. My two best friends and I decided to go hunting ...

Horror in the forest

Once I went to the forest for a walk, the time was 9 pm, summer, hot day ... My dacha is located next to the forest, 100-200 meters to its outskirts. I went to the forest ...

Lopatinsky forest

My grandfather (everyone called him just grandfather Shurka) was a driver in an old wrecked car, either a GAZik or an UAZ - in general, everyone called this car a goat ...

Crying in the forest

My husband and I decided to get summer house in the village to spend your vacation there. We bought a house, arranged everything, transported things. On the first day ...

A case in the woods

A guy and a girl were driving along a remote country road in a car. As they drove, night fell, and they got lost and found themselves in a wooded ...

Mycelium

My ex-mother-in-law is a crazy mycelium: don't feed her bread - let me go to the forest. Especially foggy autumn attracted her: ...

Girl in the forest

I heard the following story from a neighbor in the country. His friend served in the Khanty-Mansi Autonomous Okrug. Around the taiga for hundreds of kilometers and not a single living soul ...

Rotten swamp

I worked in an oil field in the North. The place was deaf, with a name that in the local dialect means something bad and evil ...

Wasteland

I'm going to Smolensk to register a car. A sunny summer day, in the back seat - food, drinks, a warm blanket. You may have to spend the night ...

Swamp Thing

The boy - about eleven in appearance - raised a stone and, aiming at something, threw it. With a loud and stringy splash, the stone fell into the water. ...

Plot

I heard this story a couple of years ago in the village. Three friends-hunters went to the forest for the opening of the hunting season - they took guns, drinks, the dogs were loaded into the "UAZs" and hit the road. ...

Forest old woman

In ancient tales and legends, spirits living in the forests are often mentioned. Of course, for the most part this is fiction, but there is some truth in every fairy tale. Two residents from a village called ...

Forest belt

This story did not happen to me, but to my friend. I believe her, and there is no point in inventing such a thing. After this story, I am afraid to drive, much less walk through the forest at dusk or in the dark ...

Snanen's Lair

There are many stories about the devil's glades, or damn cemeteries, where the earth is scorched, where birds, animals and people die. The geography of such places is very diverse ...

Dead moon

Once upon a time, my uncle told me this story. Once he went to the forest (he was a forester) and slept in a small house in the middle of the forest. One night there was a full moon. Although the moon was visible ...

Graves in the forest

The materials for the story that I want to present to your judgment, I have been collecting for several years. The initial support was the story of my uncle, heard in childhood, which in the 70s - 80s of the past ...

Lights in the forest

Summer heat worsened an already lost situation. I wandered through the woods for an hour and was already desperate to find my way back. The phone did not pick up the signal, and any attempts to listen to sounds in the hope ...

Under the willow

My husband is from the Volgograd region, from the Avilov farm. And they have a strange place on the farm, which he told me about ...

Taiga horror

It was in the fall. With two comrades who were much older than him, Konstantin had already been on the road for two days. Not particularly lucky, fatigue was already making itself felt. The mood of the hunters fell completely ...

Tragedy in the Volga region

It happened in the early 80s in the Volga region. Three teenagers - two girls and one guy - disappeared in a dense forest about a kilometer from a small town. Everyone was 17 years old, studied at ...

Cherished path

There is in the wild Narym taiga strange places where another world opens up to the traveler at the end of the day ... Not right away. At first, everything is familiar and usual: a tall pine tree stand is replaced ...

In the woods

During school times summer holidays I spent in the village with my grandmother. The village was next to a forest. I often took a small basket for mushrooms and went to wander through the forest in search of ...

Taiga barrack

I'll tell you a story that my father told me. And it was told to him by his close friend, with whom he has been communicating since childhood. I also know him well, he won't lie ...

Bonfire in the rain

It happened about thirty years ago, when I was still a schoolboy came to my grandmother in a village in Siberia. By that time I had been there more than once, and therefore ...

Fifth

Once four tourists got lost, wandering outside the city into a dense thicket. Somehow they happened to be left without matches. It was cold, the weather turned bad, evening came ...

Night in the forest

Two years ago I got lost in the woods. Large animals have never been found there, and the most unusual thing that a summer resident-mushroom picker can see there are squirrels and hedgehogs. But you know, nothing ...

Shed in a woods

We all have hobbies. There is what we do for money, and there is what we really like. Someone makes stunning beauty photos, someone ...

House by the forest

Devil from the forest

This story reached me through tenths of a hand, that is, a mouth, so it is difficult to judge its reliability. It looks like a touring bike, but to be like that, I think ...

The story happened to a friend of mine many years ago when he was a student. During the summer holidays, he and three of his friends decided to go hiking in Western Ukraine. Moreover, it was supposed to travel some distance by train (up to a certain settlement), partly go on foot, partly swim along the river in an inflatable boat. Conceived - done.
We reached the village, packed up food, and went on foot through the forest to the river. They had a map with them, oh, probably, not very high quality, because they walked for a long time, evening was approaching, there was no river near which the halt was planned at the indicated place. And suddenly, on the path along which they were walking, a grandmother appeared, not like summer, warmly dressed. The tired guys asked her if it was far to the river. Grandmother looked them over carefully and said: "There is no river here. But it would be better if you guys came back home. Because a black cat walks here. She will eat and drink you" (grandma's spelling). Having decided that the old woman was out of her mind, the guys, laughing, went on and very soon came out to the river, which was on the map. Here they pitched a tent, inflated the boat, cooked supper, and, on the occasion of the long-awaited rest, drank a bottle of Port Wine.
Yes, skeptics, four healthy, athletic guys drank a bottle of wine, and most of the bottle fell on Genka J. (I'll call him that!). As you can imagine, there was no total intoxication. The guys sat near the fire, sang songs to the guitar, and began to go to bed. They had a two-seater tent, and Genka volunteered to spend the night under open air in an inflatable boat, so that (in his words) "no one snores in the ear!" We fell asleep quickly, physical activity during the day affected. Then, according to my friend, this is what happened: in the middle of the night, three friends in the tent were awakened by a loud meow. Even that was not a meow, but rather a howl. Moreover, the sound went on increasing, with modulation from which goosebumps went. There was a full moon in the sky, and the shadow of a large cat was moving across the tent. The cat not only walked around the tent, but also made attempts to tear the fabric with its claws. The guys clearly saw the claws from inside the tent, when the cat, growling and howling, tried to get inside. My friend said that the only thought of those in the tent was the thought of Genk, who was sleeping outside.
The horror they experienced (I remembered the words of the strange grandmother) made them unable to do anything. The cat howled and scraped into the tent almost until dawn, fortunately, summer nights are short. Even after everything had calmed down, the guys did not immediately crawl out of the tent. And what did they see? Genka was lying on the grass, completely undressed (things were piled up next to him), and the inflatable boat disappeared. When they woke him up by common efforts, it turned out that he had not heard anything, and absolutely did not understand what had happened.
The boat was found half an hour later: it was hanging high in a tree. With great difficulty, they managed to remove it. That's all. There is no explanation.
RS: Genka died of leukemia in the same year.

Like all children, my friends and I loved to arrange summer hikes. Let's go to the sea, to the forest or to the river. We used to go for a night or two. And this time we went to the forest for two days. And here I would like to move away from the topic of the hike, because it is very important and tell about the area where I live. We have the sea that surrounds our island, huge forests, rivers and mountains, and this is Russia. If anyone hasn't guessed, I'm talking about Sakhalin Island (find it on the map, please). And on our island there was once hard labor. Therefore, we have many legends about convicts. And this story is partly about them.

So, let's continue about the hike. We gathered for the night. We took tents, bowlers and other camping accessories. And then came the day of the campaign. At 7.30 we stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus. It seems then there were nine of us. I will not name their names, because I can confuse something and it will turn out to be untrue. But it is not important. Let's continue. After the bus pulled up, we got there and drove to one stop. From there it was possible to get into the forest to our place. We walked for about three hours, and when we arrived, we were already exhausted and quickly laid out our tents in order to rest. After the rest, it was necessary to prepare a place for a fire, bring firewood, and do some work, such as bringing water from an impromptu well.

And so, by the end of the day, everything was ready. The fire was burning, the porridge was boiling, the birds were singing and all kinds of insects were buzzing. Grace! And it began to approach the evening and everyone became bored and someone suggested an idea to play hide and seek, traffic lights, cards, etc. After a few hours of "unbridled" fun, everyone was bored again. And the idea came to me to retell horror stories to each other. We sat for about 15 minutes and each remembered several horror stories. You should have seen us sitting around a smoldering fire in the darkness of the night and talking nonsense to each other. From the outside, it seemed that these were not tourists telling horror stories, but rather Satanists plotting something unkind. In general, by 1.30 we were all tired and decided to tell the last story and sleep. And the last story said that at night in our forests you can see convicts who fell trees. At night. With lanterns. Brad I thought. But in vain.

After an hour of my insomnia and two awakened comrades, I was "thrown" out of the tent outside. Do nothing and I decided to sit by the almost extinct fire. True, after I put the sticks there, it flared up and it became quite light. But the light came not only from the fire. It came from the lanterns. Only not ordinary, but old, oil or kerosene. At first, I thought that it was other tourists on motorcycles who came (they used to come to us for a light). But these were not tourists, but the very convicts in robes with chains. They felled trees. Something unusual happened before my eyes. Trees fell and immediately reappeared in the same place. I hastened to wake up my friends. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, I still lifted several people from the sleeping bags and showed them this miracle. And if you say that they were surprised, then you say nothing. And when they realized what was happening, they began to simply look at the convicts. After some time, the convicts disappeared into thin air, and we went to sleep.

Well, that's all I wanted to tell you.

Oleg loved hiking in the forest. Often he took a tent and went somewhere far away from the annoying city bustle of nature. It happened this time too.

Oleg had no friends - so, acquaintances and work colleagues. Taking an extra day off before the weekend, he got on the train, looking forward to a good time by the fire on the river bank.

Having reached the place, making a fire and setting up a camp, Oleg decided to inspect the surroundings at the same time collecting brushwood for the fire for the night. He has not been here yet. It was already getting dark, taking an ax, he went into the thicket.

After wandering a little through the forest and stumbling upon a large fallen dry tree, Oleg began to chop off branches. Quickly collecting firewood, he went to the camp. The young man had been walking for a good hour, but the fire was still not visible, and it seemed that he had not gone so far ...

The forest began to cover the dark shroud of the night, but Oleg never found his way to the camp. Going out into the clearing, he decided to stop to rest. The guy peered into the darkness, hoping to see a glow from the fire, but to no avail. Having already decided that it was worth staying here until morning, he saw a flickering light through the dense thickets.

- Finally! - the traveler rejoiced, having taken on himself an armful of branches, he walked briskly towards the light.

But upon reaching the place, no fire was visible. There was not a big old house in the clearing. A light was on in the window.

- Do not spend the night in the forest without a fire and a tent, when there is a roof over your head - the traveler thought and knocked on the door.

Oleg was opened by an elderly woman with a kind face and invited into the house. Having seated the guest at the table, she began to prepare dinner, muttering a song under her breath.

The house was not big. Modest decoration, a stove in the middle, not a large table and a couple of chairs - Oleg did not find anything interesting for himself while looking around the room.

- Do you have a family, friends? The old woman asked unexpectedly.

- No. - answered the guy, - I live alone.

Unexpectedly for himself, he told her that he loved to visit unfamiliar places, to go alone to the forest for several days. After these words, the woman froze for a second, and continued to swarm around the stove.

- My dear, but go to the cellar for potatoes - the old woman asked the guy.

Oleg went downstairs. It was dark and he felt it.

Suddenly the cellar lid slammed shut, and the guy heard the old woman click the lock. Rushing to the exit, he began knocking and shouting to the grandmother - she did not pay attention to him, through the small cracks in the floor it was visible how the hostess extinguished the fire and left. The house plunged into complete darkness ...

Oleg started shouting and knocking again, and suddenly felt that something touched him on the shoulder. The guy turned around and froze. An old man stood before him. Eyes gray without pupils, worms were visible through the scraps of skin hanging on the face. He stood swaying and stretched out his bloody and decaying hands to Oleg. There was no place to run ...

There was a terrible scream! Scarlet blood spurted through the cracks in the floor, and an ominous chomp was heard ...

They searched for Oleg, but they found only an empty rickety tent in the forest ...

The story happened to a friend of mine many years ago when he was a student. During the summer holidays, he and three of his friends decided to go hiking in Western Ukraine. Moreover, it was supposed to travel some distance by train (to a certain settlement), partly to go on foot, partly to sail along the river in an inflatable boat. Conceived - done.
We reached the village, packed up food, and went on foot through the forest to the river. They had a map with them, oh, probably, not very high quality, because they walked for a long time, evening was approaching, there was no river near which the halt was planned at the indicated place. And suddenly, on the path along which they were walking, a grandmother appeared, not like summer, warmly dressed. The tired guys asked her if it was far to the river. Grandmother looked them over carefully and said: “There is no river here. And it would be better if you guys returned home. Because a black cat walks here. She will eat and drink you ”(grandma's spelling). Having decided that the old woman was out of her mind, the guys, laughing, went on and very soon came out to the river, which was on the map. Here they set up a tent, inflated the boat, cooked supper, and, on the occasion of the long-awaited rest, drank a bottle of Port Wine.
Yes, skeptics, four healthy, athletic guys drank a bottle of wine, and most of the bottle fell on Genka J. (I'll call him that!). As you can imagine, there was no total intoxication. The guys sat near the fire, sang songs to the guitar, and began to go to bed. They had a two-seater tent, and Genka volunteered to spend the night in the open air in an inflatable boat so that (in his words) “no one would snore in the ear!”. We fell asleep quickly, physical activity during the day affected. Then, according to my friend, this is what happened: in the middle of the night, three friends in the tent were awakened by a loud meow. Even that was not a meow, but rather a howl. Moreover, the sound went on increasing, with modulation from which goosebumps went. There was a full moon in the sky, and the shadow of a large cat was moving across the tent. The cat not only walked around the tent, but also made attempts to tear the fabric with its claws. The guys clearly saw the claws from inside the tent, when the cat, growling and howling, tried to get inside. My friend said that the only thought of those in the tent was the thought of Genk, who was sleeping outside.
The horror they experienced (I remembered the words of the strange grandmother) made them unable to do anything. The cat howled and scraped into the tent almost until dawn, fortunately, summer nights are short. Even after everything had calmed down, the guys did not immediately crawl out of the tent. And what did they see? Genka was lying on the grass, completely undressed (things were piled up next to him), and the inflatable boat disappeared. When they woke him up by common efforts, it turned out that he had not heard anything, and absolutely did not understand what had happened.
The boat was found half an hour later: it was hanging high in a tree. With great difficulty, they managed to remove it. That's all. There is no explanation.
RS: Genka died of leukemia in the same year.