re: scariest sounds you've ever heard in the woods at night?

In all seriousness, when I was in middle school I woke up late one night to someone in the house quietly crying and talking on the phone. Mom, Dad, my brother - they were all asleep. It was my older sister. I could hear her crying in the kitchen and I didn't immediately get out of bed because I was terrified for some reason.

After a few minutes, I muscled up the courage to see what was going on. I quietly walked into the kitchen. My sister was sitting on the kitchen floor just below the telephone, the telephone cord stretching from the wall to her ear. She didn't know I was standing behind her. I could hear her friend screaming through the phone assuring my sister that help was coming.

I just stood there in shock as my sister said through tears, "I no longer want to live. I've taken a lot of pills. I just want it to end. I want to die."

It was like a dream. No, scratch that...it was a nightmare. I looked over at the medicine cabinet and noticed several open medicine bottles with pills scattered all over the kitchen counter.

My sister's friend yelled that she would be right over and hung up the phone. My sister dropped the phone on the floor, hunched over, and kept crying. I was frozen by the gravity of what was unfolding before me - my sister was attempting suicide.

I must've made a sound because my sister turned around. She looked stunned when she noticed I was standing behind her. Even though I thought she was going to die, for some reason I didn't run to wake up my parents.

I was in shock.

My sister stood up and we embraced. I said, "I love you," and that was it. I couldn't think of anything else to say. We just hugged for what seemed like forever and we both cried on each other's shoulders.

Several minutes later her friend burst into the house screaming and crying, grabbed my sister, woke up my parents, and within a flash everyone except me and my brother had left the house to rush my sister to the hospital. One minute the only sound in the house was my sister's quiet weeping, the next minute the house was in chaos and panic, the minute after that the house was silent again.

It was the worse silence you can imagine. It was silence permeated by the dark thickness of potential death and real fear.



That experience haunts me to this day and will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I'll tell the story my uncle told me many years ago. He was a Boy Scout and then advanced to the level above that, I think they were called Explorer Scouts? Anyway, on camping trips with local Boy Scout troops, my uncle would secretly carry along an old metal house trash can. In the bottom of the can was a small forced hole with inserted screw end. Attached to the screw tip was a strong string or cord. At the camp site when the last fire was put out and before the young campers fell asleep, he would dash into the woods about fifty feet or so with his trash can. He would then grab the string with a handkerchief and pull on it from bottom of can to top, letting the friction of cloth produce a loud eerie sound amplified by the can. It scared the crap out of all the scouts he said. Whew.

I was deer hunting in Mississippi with my dad and uncle. It was around dusk and I was waiting for my dad to come get me so we could walk back to the camp together...heavily wooded, leaves on ground, we were hunting with shotguns and buckshot.
My uncle walks up behind me and asks if I was ready to go...he was 1 foot from me when he spoke...I didn't hear him approach...at all, scared the shite out of me.
He learned how to be silent during his time in Vietnam.

Didn't necessarily hear anything, but we have a ranch up high in the Mexican plains. I shite y'all not, but one of our neighbors 3 miles away swears he saw a chupacabra run across his fields once when he was on his tractor . He claims it jumped into the ditch and when he went looking for it with his old arse Winchester rifle, it was gone.

Dude likes to drink heavily when he is on his tractor, so there's a good chance he probably saw a hairy feral hog....but still.

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Mountain lion outside of Tucson. Like a human screaming

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Was walking to a deer stand in Seymour, Texas around 4am. I heard something in the brush to my right, and when I shined the flashlight there were about 40 eyes looking at me. I had walked through a frick ton of coyotes to the stand, and only realized it about 20 yards from the stand. I closed the door to the stand, and my God the howls that followed. The proximity and number of coyotes scared the frick out of me.

I'm glad I was alone though bc the morning before my fiance was with me, but decided she wanted to sleep in the second morning.


Need to add that driving to the stand that morning, I saw the biggest deer I have ever seen by far in my life, so I was hyped and somewhat mentally preoccupied on top of everything else.

"Is it in yet?"