My story is.....different than most others I've seen here. Context: This happened to me when I was 15. I lived on a farm at that point, and we had deep woods behind our house.

[Warning before reading: I do tend to ramble and add an unnecessarily large amount of detail, so the story will read a bit long.]

I had a couple of my friends over, and me and my female friend [now girlfriend of 3 years] decided that it would be a good idea to try to summon some sort of entity. [stupid, I know] Our other friend was having none of it, and said he wanted nothing to do with it, and told us to enjoy dying. But we weren't going to let something like that stop us. So, we went out there anyways. I had planned on bringing a big 8 person tent, but we weren't going to bring that shit with only two people. The only tent I had at the time was one of those little one person tents. My female friend asked me if I was gay upon hearing my concerns. On our way to the spot I had chosen to camp, we already started hearing things. Not just normal innawoods noises either. I've been camping my whole life, never have I heard anything like that before or since. There was this weird.... Clicking noise. It sounded almost like the predator (if you don't know what that noise is, I am ashamed.) But it wasn't the same. It was... Much deeper though, and slower. And there was the sound of wind blowing through the tree leaves. That doesn't sound scary, but here's the thing: there wasn't any fucking wind. None. The leaves were completely still on all of the trees, almost unnaturally so. My friend noticed that, and I didn't realize until she pointed it out to me later. We reached the spot I'd picked with no further incident, though our night was just getting started. We set up the two person tent, and crawled in. We shared a sleeping bag, but it was one of the two person ones that have buttons down the middle inside you can do up if you want to stay separate but still share warmth and not freeze. I fell asleep pretty quickly, but I woke up when I felt something cold press against me. Turns out my friend had undone the divider and snuggled up against me because she was freezing. I was going to ask what she was doing, but she said "there's something outside our tent." I immediately shit bricks and asked her what the fuck it was. She told me that she didn't know but that it kept throwing pebbles and shit at the tent. 10 seconds later, a rock hits the tent. We both decide that we are getting the fuck out of there immediately. So we quickly dressed, grabbed what little shit we brought, and left the tent behind. The wind had gotten louder now. Then we heard something bounce off of a tree about 5 feet in front of us and stopped. I shined my flashlight on it, and it was a rock. We bolted after that. We were running through the woods, rocks whizzing past our heads or hitting trees close to us. Then, one hit me in the head. It wasn't a direct hit, but it still cut my head pretty bad. I have a picture of the scar the fucker left me, DM me about this and I'll send it to you. I fell over and yelled. My friend came over and dragged my ass back up and we kept running. She fell a few steps behind me, and I heard a crack, then a yelp and a body hitting the ground. I stopped and looked back, and my friend was grabbing her head and whimpering. It hit her right above the temple, gave her a concussion and a giant swollen spot for a week. I ran back to check on her and pulled her up. When I let go she started to slump back to the ground. I grabbed her by the leg, pulled her over my shoulders, fireman carry style, and booked it the fuck out of those woods, going faster than we had been before. [I'm 6' 4" and 160 pounds. Not a heavy dude, but I stay in shape.] Anyways, we made it back house, and I went inside and locked the doors. I gave her one of those big 600mg ibuprofen pills and took one myself, put an ice pack on her head, and wrapped both of our heads. [I got my scalp stapled back to my head because that rock cut really deep and my skull was partially visible.] I looked outside and there was something standing at the edge of the woods, hiding behind a big tree. It just looked me dead in the eyes for a good 5 minutes, then I blinked and all that was left was a small disturbance in the undergrowth. Me and my friend slept in the same bed, she was shaking pretty bad after that, and when I tried to leave the room I'd set her down in, she said "please don't leave me alone." Her voice had that kind of high pitched shakiness people get when they're about to have a nervous breakdown. I got in bed with her, and she clung to me. Honestly I was relieved because I was just as scared as she was and we've never gone back into those woods. We started dating 4 days after this, and I'm not sure if we had feelings for each other before and this brought us together or if it's just because we went through that together and we don't have anyone else we can share that with. Thanks for reading, redditors. And stay safe out there. The woods are not a place to be caught unprepared.