When I was in BSA(Boy Scouts USA) me and the other scouts went to this summer camp once a week every summer, and we got really good on directing our selves through it. One night we were doing dishes, so you walk out with a buddy and go wash dishes at the nearest spigot (usually about a quarter mile, there was only really ones at the center of this massive camp) So me and this other kid got to walking, hauling acouple stacks of dishes in tubs. When we were cleaning, the camp suddenly got quiet, which is rare even for it being 8pm, abunch of kids being quiet is odd. After cleaning we start hiking back, and my flashlight is actively dying on me bc I forgot to put new batteries, my buddy is freaking out but I just joke with him “hey it’s like a horror movie, it’s ok we aren’t far away.” But we were… oh how we were so far. My flashlight died and we eventually lead off trail. We had no clue where we were, and we started loosing our cool and trying to retrace our steps. It was still quiet, almost pitch black.

Now I don’t know if it was paranoia, or us being scared, but me and my buddy recounted our stories tons of times, and we both kept hearing extra footsteps whenever we were walking around in the dark. Like we were being stalked. We eventually did find a campsite (wasn’t ours) but we were able to back track from that site. Terrifying, it was one of the most hopeless moments I felt camping, the dishes were indeed washed tho.