Spooky sites

Yes we have sometimes a spot does not feel right for no apparent reason so we move if possible Sometimes its too late and we stay but always end up with a restless night Luckily spots like that are rare

Steve

Spot on, Rob
Happens from time to time.
Once we were camped in the Salzkammergut Lake district in Austria - beautiful place but spooky as all hell - the vibes were terrible and no one else was around.
Two days later we found out it was the site of a Nazi SS holiday camp during WW2
Cheers
Andrew

Not so much 'spooky' but we had a stop once, on the way to Onslow back in the early 70's, saw a spot which looked like a great camp, Onslow, back in those days was very quiet and not much happening, anyway, we got out and there wasn't a sound, the silence was deafening, it was so eerie, we were there for a couple of hours when in the distance we heard a truck coming, that truck took nigh on half an hour to get to where we were, I have never been so grateful to a truck before or since, it broke that eerie silence, it really was scary but once the sound broke the eerieness there was no problem, we've never encountered anything like it since.

Cheers

Deanna

Back about 1975, was travelling back to Blue Mouutains, along Olympic hway, I think.

Stopped on dark at a gravel dump, where there was a small graveyard further up the ridge. Couldn't get to sleep, and had visions of a decayed, bony hand coming over the side of the ute, where I'd rolled out my swag. Also, every second truckie seemed to delight in tooting their air horns!

Finally, about midnight, grabbed the "Big Jim"(remember them?) and wandered up to check out the graves. Most of them were from one family, and a couple of generations were there too. Once I'd done this, went back to ute, and slept soundly till daylight.

Someone might know the spot I mentioned?

Bob

Aboriginal sites like Laura caves and at Riversleigh. I feel a very strong compulsion to announce myself to who or whatever is giving me the heebeejeebies even before I know I am on sacred ground.
This has happened too many times to ignore.
For the record, I am non indigenous.

To a similar end, we had an unwritten rule that no single men were to overnight on Booby island - too many cases of perfectly sane blokes being accosted by the g'daicha woman in the middle of the night - I'm not big on that sort of thing, but I sure as hell didn't tempt fate either ;) Got to be something in it.

Don't know about scary sites but we had a ripper of a scare one night.

We had been in the Simpson for three days and hadn't seen a car. That's okay as we prefer it uncrowded. You could say that we were really isolated.

Very late one night I woke to what sounded like a rustling sound and some very soft slow footsteps. The heart rate climbed. It's important to note that my wife was still asleep. I just lay there with the heart rate racing. I thought it may have been an animal, camel etc. So I hit the canvas HARD. My wife nearly died. She woke with a hell of a fright and thought that it was a lizard or something jumping up onto the tent. I didn't think that she not expecting me to hit the canvas.

Bloody big OOPS made by Phil there!

It took a while for both of us to calm down. It was simply a gentle whisper of a breeze going through every now and then and ever so slightly moving the canvas. You IDIOT Phil.

I should explain something, one reason we got the roof top was for travels in the tropical crocodile inhabited north. Apparently crocodiles cannot jump that high. My wife likes being up and away from them.

All thoughts about jumping lizards and abominable snow men are now a joke between us. Back then I was nearly dead by my wifes thoughts alone.

Life is full of these moments. We can laugh now.

Phil

What I find interesting, is that very often these "spooky" feelings are felt by the whole group of people there at the time...!

I have been in groups of 2 of us through to maybe 6 or 7...and everyone suddenly feels the same eerie, spooky feeling of something being not right...

Luina comes to my mind. This is a remote nickel mining town in the middle of Tassie. When the mining finished the town was deserted, soon after all the building structures in the town were sold off then trucked out. All that is left are the bitumen roads and concrete gutters which were heavily overgrown.
Very eerie stay as there was evidence of hunters visiting the area from their oddly located and what appeared to be campsites where they had been butchering their kill. Reminded me of the Deliverance movie!
Very sleepless night with the van hooked up and pointing towards the nearest exit point.

Hi

Some "spooky" camp stories here...Camp Stories

Cheers
Greg

P.S. It is of course your imagination :)

Yep, several time we have felt not right. Worst though was Glencoe in Scotland, deathly quiet and cold to the bone, 3days later we were given the history lesson, most spooky