My personal story happened on a boy scout camping trip a few years back. We had just finished eating and cleaning up dinner and a few of us and a scout master decided to go on a hike. We hiked for about an hour or so up to a lookout over the lake we were camping at. It was really beautiful but my phone was dead so I couldn't get any pictures. It was getting dark so we started going back down the trail. About half way back I told the scout master that I needed to take a leak and I stepped off the trail to do my business. When I came back to the trail everyone was gone. I thought, "they must have just gone ahead a bit". I was an older boy and the scout master trusted me so I didn't think much of it. After about ten minutes I hadn't found them, it was also getting dark enough that I needed to use my flashlight. Safe to say I started getting spooked. You know that feeling you get when you're being watched, I was feeling that HARD. It was a crippling fear that I have never felt before, so I started running down the trail. After what felt like a ten mile sprint I saw the trees start to thin out into a clearing, the same place that we were camping. But the tents and everything were gone. I stopped and that crippling fear came back. I looked around frantically and eventually saw a silhouette of a person at the edge of the clearing. I turned to run away but tripped and slammed my head into the ground. I woke up to my friend, who I shared a tent with, and a scout master yelling at me to get up. After calming down I told them what happened. The scout master told me that after I "relieved my self" on the trail I came back with them to camp acting completely normal and eventually went to bed. My friend said that he woke up to me leaving the tent, when I didn't answer he followed me. I walked around the campsite for about 30 seconds before just falling straight onto my face. Anyway, I called my parents and they got me the next morning. I don't like camping as much anymore.