A thread right up my alley
I live in Sweden and spend quite a lot of time in the woods. Normally I'm very comfortable and happy there, even when I'm by myself, but
occasionally I run into these areas that basically just creeps me out for no apparent reason.
One of the trails I often hike goes through this fairly small patch of wood that I just couldn't go through all last summer. The discomfort began
even before I entered the actual woods. There are young trees and shrubs before the trail veers off into the woods and last year I found myself
walking along the path and then just slowing down and finally stopping as I got to this point. I would stand there for a while trying to understand my
unwillingness to proceed and to try and force myself through this irrational fear that suddenly gripped me, and that kept growing with every second
that passed. At one time I heard this weird sound, like a small monkey chattering, but normally it would just be very, very quiet. It always ended
with me going back the way I came and taking the long way round.
I even tried going through this patch of woods from the other side with the same result right as I entered that particular forest.
Looking at google maps this little patch of forest is a bit different from the forests surrounding it. Where as the other forests are logged and
looked after, this section seems to not have been touched ever.
Last fall I was picking lingonberries at a clear-cut logging area right next to this little forest.I was there for a few hours and I wasn't relaxed
for one second of those hours. I tried to tell myself that I was, that everything was normal, that I could see everything around me since it was
clear-cut and nothing was watching me or wanting me gone. But that's what it felt like. Every single second I felt that "get out of here"-feeling.
I had my camera with me, since I love taking nature pics, and I kept turning the video function on and sweeping around, filming my surroundings, just
in case I should see something on video that I couldn't see with my eyes. I felt so strongly that I wasn't welcome. Not a damn bird chirped the
whole time I was there. Absolute quiet.
Eventually, in September/October I did defy the irrational fear and went through that patch of forest. This time I did not encounter that strange
feeling of resistance in the area of young trees and bushes. It just wasn't there. I walked for 10 yards. Stopped and looked back. Recognizing that
I'd never managed to get this far before. Walked another 10 yards, and so on. As the trail veered off into the forest I took some pics that came out
somewhat blurry but you can still see what an old, not maintained forest that is. Trees and shrubbery so dense that passing straight through them
would have been impossible.
I did survive and I did come out on the other side, but having done it, I still wouldn't do it again. At least not alone.
I just don't get what can cause such feelings in certain areas in the woods when everything around them feels just fine. I grew up in the woods,
I've spent my whole life in the woods so I'm pretty used to them.
I have other stories as well about freaky stuff in the woods, but unfortunately I have never encountered a Bigfoot or anything like that.
Another freaky thing last summer was the weird moss on sticks in the woods.. I might write that story down later.
Keep this thread going please! Love it!