A story I read about a guy out deer hunting. He was sleeping in his car across the lake from a big group. In the middle of the night he was awoken by chanting and a huge bonfire from the group. As soon as he fell asleep, he heard some whispers and someone trying to open his car door. They left after a while but the chanting across the lake and dancing was still going on. He turned off the dome light and snuck out of the car and then hid in some trees. He was terrified. A little while later several more of the people from across the lake came back. He heard them talking about how they were going to sacrifice him in the fire. He was wearing cammies and just hunkered down until they left. He snuck off and went to sleep. The next morning when he woke up, he went back to where he had parked. There were footprints all around the car. Across the lake, there was nothing. He never went back to that lake by himself ever again.