Randsom
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Summer 2023,
Well we went back to the campground up in the Uintah Wasatch-Cache National forest. I guess it's right next to the Stillwater campgrounds in northeast Utah. If you remember from the first Skeleton house post, the last trip up there was pretty eventful. But this second trip took the cake.
My in-laws and my little family went up before me and I joined them later that night. I arrived around 30 minutes after midnight. The drive south from Evanston was uneventful except for a small town that you have to drive through. The entire town, every house, every street light, stop light, all the lights were out, totally dark. Just my highbeams and the partly cloudy half moon sky. I thought it a little odd but I gave it no further thought.
Parking and getting the trailer ready wasn't bad. My wife and kids were asleep in my in-law's RV and despite the darkness, I got everything set up pretty fast. At about 1:30 am I called the dog in and went to sleep, I could finish setting up in the morning. Later that day, I'm working on getting the trailer level and my father-in-law comes over asking if I need help, I told him I'm almost done and that I'll join them under the shady trees when I finish. As he turns to leave he asks me one more question. Did I try to open the door to the RV last night, around 11:30. "I got in at about 12:30ish last night, wasn't me."
Remember the last post, someone or something tried the door of my trailer twice and each time I checked, there was nobody there. My father-in-law also said when he checked out the windows he couldn't see anybody or any animal, up there is black bear country, but there was nothing.
I told him I would keep an eye out that night. I had no idea if it was just one of the other campers trying to mess with them, or, something crazy like last time. But the fun was just starting.
Friday was pretty normal during the day, the kids and I hiked up to the blocked road and the creepy cabin, which my kids renamed the skeleton house. Owing to the reason it had framed walls and roof, just a skeleton of a real house. I think it's clever. Even Buck, our big dog, had a bunch of fun tramping through the woods chasing smells and playing fetch with me until I threw the bright tennis ball too far and Buck couldn't find it.
Friday night however, things got tense. Months before this trip, I finally told my wife what had happened last time we were up there. She was a little creeped out and kinda upset that I took so long to tell her. She even told her parents about it and so everybody joked about the possible hide behind lurking between the campsites. It wasn't until Friday night that everyone else started believing me. After dark my in-laws claimed that they heard some weird animal noises just outside their door. The noises continued until my father-in-law opened the door to check.(Yes almost all the adults were armed during this trip.) He didn't see anything so he closed and locked the door and they ignored anything else weird.
My wife was getting the kids settled in the trailer while I put things away around the site. I'm parking the kid's bikes in a better, more out of the road spot.(They leave things everywhere.) I hear, clear as day, my wife call my name. But, her voice isn't coming from the trailer. It's coming from the north, from the direction of the skeleton house. I guess I thought I heard wrong and went to the trailer and peek inside. "Did you call me?" My wife is laying down with the girls and Buck, our big guard dog, is cuddling my 9 year old son. She gave me a look like "why would I yell for you and risk waking up the monsters we have right here?" I got the message.
The in-law's RV is in the general direction where I heard my wife's call, so I figured it must've been my mother-in-law. Their voices are quite similar, so I knocked on their door. Basically, she never called out for me because she is sound asleep with her Cpap, (spelling?) on her face. So it wasn't her.
I'm walking back to the trailer when I hear it, something big lurking in the trees next to the trailer. The sound of branches snapping underfoot.The growth is thick so when I track my bright flashlight at the sound, I see nothing but the trees at the edge and the silhouettes of the ones behind, and a dark shadow that seems to disappear when I look straight at it. Then I hear the same sound of breaking branches behind me in the woods leading west, then north. I am completely surrounded, or so it seems.
BANG!
I turned quickly to the sound and I'm looking at the RV again. It sounded like something hit the side of it. Then I see it, from the shadow and into the porch light of the RV, rolls the bright yellow tennis ball that was lost earlier.
"Nope!"
I headed straight for the trailer and the sound of snapping branches follow me, I open the door and call Buck out and grab my shotgun. "Search," I order Buck and he takes off after whatever smell he can find. I load in some buck shot, no pun there, and head after him. And wouldn't you guess it. He leads us straight to the blockade road that leads to the skeleton house. I call Buck back and we run to the trailer. Let's just say I stayed up all night with the shotgun next to me. Waiting till dawn and supposed safety.
Thank you guys for reading.
Stay scared.
Well we went back to the campground up in the Uintah Wasatch-Cache National forest. I guess it's right next to the Stillwater campgrounds in northeast Utah. If you remember from the first Skeleton house post, the last trip up there was pretty eventful. But this second trip took the cake.
My in-laws and my little family went up before me and I joined them later that night. I arrived around 30 minutes after midnight. The drive south from Evanston was uneventful except for a small town that you have to drive through. The entire town, every house, every street light, stop light, all the lights were out, totally dark. Just my highbeams and the partly cloudy half moon sky. I thought it a little odd but I gave it no further thought.
Parking and getting the trailer ready wasn't bad. My wife and kids were asleep in my in-law's RV and despite the darkness, I got everything set up pretty fast. At about 1:30 am I called the dog in and went to sleep, I could finish setting up in the morning. Later that day, I'm working on getting the trailer level and my father-in-law comes over asking if I need help, I told him I'm almost done and that I'll join them under the shady trees when I finish. As he turns to leave he asks me one more question. Did I try to open the door to the RV last night, around 11:30. "I got in at about 12:30ish last night, wasn't me."
Remember the last post, someone or something tried the door of my trailer twice and each time I checked, there was nobody there. My father-in-law also said when he checked out the windows he couldn't see anybody or any animal, up there is black bear country, but there was nothing.
I told him I would keep an eye out that night. I had no idea if it was just one of the other campers trying to mess with them, or, something crazy like last time. But the fun was just starting.
Friday was pretty normal during the day, the kids and I hiked up to the blocked road and the creepy cabin, which my kids renamed the skeleton house. Owing to the reason it had framed walls and roof, just a skeleton of a real house. I think it's clever. Even Buck, our big dog, had a bunch of fun tramping through the woods chasing smells and playing fetch with me until I threw the bright tennis ball too far and Buck couldn't find it.
Friday night however, things got tense. Months before this trip, I finally told my wife what had happened last time we were up there. She was a little creeped out and kinda upset that I took so long to tell her. She even told her parents about it and so everybody joked about the possible hide behind lurking between the campsites. It wasn't until Friday night that everyone else started believing me. After dark my in-laws claimed that they heard some weird animal noises just outside their door. The noises continued until my father-in-law opened the door to check.(Yes almost all the adults were armed during this trip.) He didn't see anything so he closed and locked the door and they ignored anything else weird.
My wife was getting the kids settled in the trailer while I put things away around the site. I'm parking the kid's bikes in a better, more out of the road spot.(They leave things everywhere.) I hear, clear as day, my wife call my name. But, her voice isn't coming from the trailer. It's coming from the north, from the direction of the skeleton house. I guess I thought I heard wrong and went to the trailer and peek inside. "Did you call me?" My wife is laying down with the girls and Buck, our big guard dog, is cuddling my 9 year old son. She gave me a look like "why would I yell for you and risk waking up the monsters we have right here?" I got the message.
The in-law's RV is in the general direction where I heard my wife's call, so I figured it must've been my mother-in-law. Their voices are quite similar, so I knocked on their door. Basically, she never called out for me because she is sound asleep with her Cpap, (spelling?) on her face. So it wasn't her.
I'm walking back to the trailer when I hear it, something big lurking in the trees next to the trailer. The sound of branches snapping underfoot.The growth is thick so when I track my bright flashlight at the sound, I see nothing but the trees at the edge and the silhouettes of the ones behind, and a dark shadow that seems to disappear when I look straight at it. Then I hear the same sound of breaking branches behind me in the woods leading west, then north. I am completely surrounded, or so it seems.
BANG!
I turned quickly to the sound and I'm looking at the RV again. It sounded like something hit the side of it. Then I see it, from the shadow and into the porch light of the RV, rolls the bright yellow tennis ball that was lost earlier.
"Nope!"
I headed straight for the trailer and the sound of snapping branches follow me, I open the door and call Buck out and grab my shotgun. "Search," I order Buck and he takes off after whatever smell he can find. I load in some buck shot, no pun there, and head after him. And wouldn't you guess it. He leads us straight to the blockade road that leads to the skeleton house. I call Buck back and we run to the trailer. Let's just say I stayed up all night with the shotgun next to me. Waiting till dawn and supposed safety.
Thank you guys for reading.
Stay scared.