From the unexplained to the mundane, come join us on a journey to the fringe.
Hello and welcome to Journey to the Fringe, where we haven't been sued yet.
So you know, it probably means everything we say is the truth and right.
Until, of course, we do get sued at some point, in which case they're just trying to hide
our truth from you.
It's a win-win situation for us.
And by extension, I assume a win-win situation for you guys as well.
We are your winningest podcast hosts, Taylor and Chelsea.
Here today to do a Chelsea episode that I always am confident that I've just nailed
our intro for it.
And regarding being sued, number one, I hope he didn't just jinx us.
No, because I did it both ways.
I did it both ways.
And then if we are going to get sued, I hope it's for stealing public beach.
I was really thinking it was going to be shamed.
I wouldn't have anywhere to put that sand.
I'm not a billionaire that has oceanfront property.
Who am I kidding?
I can't even steal sand from the rich and give it to the poor.
The poor don't have beachfront properties.
Anyhow, we forgot to say, well, I mean, I'm going to say it right now.
It's not that I forgot to say it.
I'm remembering to say it.
Happy Friday the 13th.
I hope at least we calculated this right.
Right.
I've completely slipped my mind as you know, we are recording very much in the past.
And in honor of this Friday the 13th and Camp Crystal Lake, I have decided this week to
have a closer look at some haunted campgrounds, which are close enough to Camp Crystal Lake
and not unlike Camp Crystal Lake, except more haunted and less resident Jason Borges.
Hang there.
First one up, Bottle Hollow Campground in Utah.
And this one's come up before briefly, very briefly.
And it's as close as you can legally get to Skinwalker Ranch, which is located in the
Ute Indian territory.
This beautiful reservoir lake is great for fishing, hiking, and skinwalkers spotting.
I especially need to stay away from here though, because I've done too much talking about skinwalkers
and I have a bounty on my head in their territory, so I can never enter that state ever again.
This campground is frequented by a hunting party of Ute Indians for one.
I'm sure there's a lot of messed up things going on around there.
One is a bit older than the other three, and they're unremarkable other than their strange
choice of dress, and they just, you know, will like, come sauntering through the campground.
And when seen, the group is invariably wearing the furs and feathers of a bygone time.
They've been spotted sitting around a fire motionless and silent.
One group of campers tells of their encounter with a hunting party, and the campers walked
right up to the Ute's and tried to repeatedly engage with them in conversation, and they
never responded.
So it wasn't until a few minutes later when the Indians faded out of view right before
their eyes that the campers realized the truth.
The fire crackled a few more seconds, then disappeared as well, and there's no sign
of any burned tinder or any other evidence that the Ute had been there at all.
Now I couldn't actually find any other stories of people sharing of their experience at the
campground as far as if they'd experienced any of the other weird paranormal activity
that happens on Skinwalker Ranch.
Chelsea, I do have to ask, they kind of just assumed they're huge, right?
I mean, you would think it's the indigenous people of the area, I assume.
But that's them as well.
It would have been an assumption, yes, but I don't know why they would be someone else.
Well, and I can just speculate here, it could be the ghosts of a moderately racist party
that went awry back in the sixties maybe.
There are other campgrounds in very close and vicinity that actually do nighttime UFO spotting
and stuff like that.
Oh, like Dr. Steven Greer?
No, not like Dr. Steven Greer.
These people actually get ATVs and go out nightly just as an experience when they're
staying at the campground.
We got to do his episode at some point.
He is the one who's guy.
No, we do.
Oh yeah, he is.
So I thought if you're listening to this because you're looking for campground recommendations,
I thought I'd share this one with you because of course I have Reddit encounters coming
up and in the Reddit encounters, I got this recommendation that I thought I would share
with you about the campground because I thought it was a very nice recommendation.
So this is user Moonjockey and he says there's a campground right next to Skinwalker Ranch
called Bottle Hollow Campground.
I wanted to camp there until I got there.
It's really open, no trees next to the highway near Little Lake.
Across the lake is where the ranch is, but it didn't feel very spooky, you know?
So I had a backup plan and I camped at Yuinta Canyon Campground.
It's about 45 minutes away from Skinwalker Ranch, but it's near the quote Dark Canyon
and that's where lots of lore comes from.
Supposedly it's where the Skinwalker resides.
It's also more forested and a nice little place to stay, much prettier than Bottle Hollow.
The view from the campground is supposed to be a nice place to see UFOs or whatever in
the sky.
Like that little-
This guy is a very specific traveler.
Oh, he's used to treats.
The Skinwalker is, I don't know, the Mothman where it's just like there's one and that's
it.
It's kind of famous like that.
He might be a local.
I don't know.
That's what I get from it.
He's giving pretty detailed explanations.
Or he is a very specific traveler.
It has a great view of the valley.
I didn't see anything, but it was pleasant.
It's a typical campground, so the camping solo wasn't too intimidating.
I just really like the fact that he was going to that first campsite because it was haunted
and then he just decided to change this other one.
He gave off these other reasons why it would be so great.
Then he says he doesn't see anything.
And there was no reason to think he would see anything.
Maybe I don't think he does.
I like this guy.
Can we get him as a guest?
I like him.
I don't know.
Maybe we can comment on his post, Moonjockey.
I wanted to camp more remotely, but there's not a lot of native land there where you could
get in trouble if you're found there.
I need to research this more.
You need a permit to go to the actual dark canyon area, but you can buy them from local
sports stores.
I want to try that next.
I hear that's where it's really creepy.
I think you need a four wheel vehicle to get there.
It did drive all around the actual skinwalker ranch.
There are some viewing spots that are good places to see things.
I can give you more info on that if you like, but driving around the places was a good time.
Felt strange and you could feel the weird history of that place.
There are a ton of cameras and weird warning signs.
This guy really cares about vibes.
His last sentence.
Damn it.
I just want to see a ghost or something strange.
I got to go back.
I like this guy.
Yeah, I thought that was very insightful.
So if you're ever in the area and you need some camp and recommendations, there you
have it.
Although, yeah, if you're relying on him to see the ghost, just like, don't follow.
Yeah, at least he tells you where to go to get the good views.
Yeah, UFOs, which aren't there.
So the next haunted campground is the Braille Pond campground.
Braille Pond campground is popular with hikers, campers and fishermen with a pond and nearby
creek.
It is in the George Washington and Jefferson National Forest near West Augusta, Virginia.
While it seems like a tranquil forest environment during the day, that can all change as the
sun sets.
People have reported getting nauseous when in the area, seeing floating orbs at night
and hearing horses galloping down the road.
The most well known tale is about the ghost that haunts Braille Pond.
This claim to have heard loud laughter that can't be accounted for and a ghostly figure
floating over the creek.
Man, would some people that listen to this podcast want to be pissed if they heard loud
laughter?
Oh, only if it starts off by insulting someone they like to be fair.
Yeah, exactly.
If that's the reason that brought them there, then they heard laughter.
Next campground.
Add to Tam Creek campground, add to Tam Creek campground.
Damn it, that does not roll off the top.
Add to Tam, add to Tam, at Tia Tam Creek campground.
Damn it.
Add to Tam Creek campground.
There we go.
If you are a Civil War buff, then you have most likely heard of the battle of Tia Tam.
Damn it.
I hope nobody's heard of it because then they're going to know.
I have no idea how to say this word.
I don't know if I'm saying it right.
On September 17th, 1862, the deadliest battle, oh it's a famous one, of the Civil War took
place near Hagerstown, Maryland.
Battle of Antitam Creek left 23,000 plus soldiers dead, MIA or wounded.
At the Antitam Creek campground, campers have had encounters with military ghosts and claimed
to feel supernatural energy all around the area.
Why would they have a campground there?
Like this was a battlefield once.
What do you mean by supernatural feelings everywhere?
That last sentence, I'm just confused what they mean by that.
Obviously, you've never felt it.
Yeah, neither has Moonjockey, unfortunately.
I'm sorry Moonjockey, you seem like a great guy.
It's just, you know, a feeling that you get, just like you get feeling happy.
Okay.
Sometimes you just get feeling supernatural about it.
Okay.
Know what to feel it.
Arlgie Waspern, Memorial State Park, Oregon.
Situated near the coastal town of Florence, Oregon, a haunted beachside campsite awaits
your next supernatural adventure.
While we have all heard reports of vengeful spirits, the spotlight here is on Rue, a long
ago steward of these grounds and lighthouse.
Visitors have attested to witnessing her presence, sitting on the beds and moving objects within
rooms.
Even laborers around the lighthouse have shared accounts of encountering her offering assistance
with their chores.
That's a nice ghost.
No, that is not a nice ghost, Chelsea, because the ghost is fucking lying, because it has
never helped with the chores.
I guarantee it.
You know what?
I think I'd be more pissed if I saw a ghost.
I should have her tell, but then fucked up.
But yeah, like one that doesn't say anything, fine, like, oh, spooky feeling supernatural,
but one that's like, can I help you with those chores?
And you were like, yeah, you actually really use that.
There's a lot to do.
I could really use it.
And then they just fucking disappear.
Like I would be pissed.
I would not be feeling supernatural.
I complain probably front desk.
Like if you send someone else here to actually help with the chores.
Chelsea, did you by chance look at any of like the one star Google reviews?
Because I guarantee you this ghost is pretty.
The one stars are going to be where it's at too.
Okay, that was the one I just read.
Beaver Creek Campground.
In August of 1959, a 7.5 earthquake hit the West Yellowstone area of the Madison River
in Montana.
Quake triggered a landslide.
Millions of pounds of rocks and boulders crashed into a campground killing 28 campers.
Quake Lake was formed by this huge landslide and the remains of the campground and trailers
sit at the bottom of the lake.
That's messed up.
If you're a brave soul and camp at Beaver Creek Campground, how is the campground still
there though?
Like at the bottom of the lake?
Is that where they want them to camp?
No, it's beside the bottom of the lake.
They set it up there after the earthquake.
Well, they put it next to the new lake with the old campground at the bottom of the lake.
We're learning all about we're not to put campgrounds, that's for sure.
Not to where everybody died, I think is always a pretty good answer.
Be sure to take a stroll down to Quake Lake at night.
If it is an emotionless night, you may be one of the lucky ones who see glowing orbs
floating over the water where the campground once was.
Maybe, hunting campgrounds are a next level of spooky because there's something about
like not camping and just being in a house, but camping and something that's just like
I think, yeah, fabric.
You don't really have protection.
By the way, I'm just assuming we are talking about tent camping because I think this loses
vibes if you're in an RV.
I did not picture an RV at all for any of this and I think I should have started this
episode by saying you need to be picturing tent camping for sure just to give you the
those are the spooky vibes.
Yeah, you know what?
Podcast.
I could picture a tent trailer perhaps, maybe even an airstream, but that's where it like
tops out.
Yeah, even the airstream is too much.
He is a little too fancy.
Yeah.
It's gotta be a little run down.
You need less between you and the ghost.
It can only be fabric between you and the ghost.
I think that's fair.
Yeah, and they know you're in there, but you don't know they're out there.
You can't see them through the fabric.
It's not that thin that you can see through it.
So if that makes you feel better about it, then so be it.
Big Moose Lake, New York.
If you're in need, oh shit, add your on dad.
Adderondacks.
Oh, that's a nice word.
How do you know that?
You never heard of the Adderondacks?
No.
What is it?
It's lakes in New York.
No, never heard of them.
Yeah.
Area.
Big Moose Lake is a must for ghost enthusiasts.
More than a century, individuals have caught glimpses of the spectral figure of a woman
named Grace Brown.
Her tragic demise transpired many years past on the shores of Big Moose Lake.
Estimonies recount her ghost wandering along the lake's edge, while others believe they've
witnessed the apparition of a woman in a thorough form submerged in the waters as if reenacting
a drowning scene.
In 1906, an 18-year-old named Grace Brown was toiling away at a skirt factory in Portland,
New York.
Fate introduced her to a beguiling nephew of the company's proprietor, Chester Gillette.
Their affections bloomed in secrecy, culminating in pregnancy and fearing the plight of an
unmarried mother.
She implored Gillette to wed her, yearning for an escape from such a fate.
Her hopeful anticipation, he pledged a journey, presumably a proposal in the making.
Entering to upstate New York, they embarked on a canoe voyage upon the lake.
However, amidst their journey, Gillette, armed with a tennis racket from his bake, struck
a brutal blow to her head and despite her earlier admission of being unable to swim,
the impact cast her into the water where she met her tragic and by drowning.
Gillette's arrests swiftly followed, leading to his eventual death sentence.
Since those fateful events, she has often seen wandering the shores of the day, visiting
the local cottages nearby or reliving her traumatic death.
She has busy full days it sounds like.
Yeah, and most importantly, she doesn't seem to attempt to fake it out and ask to help
with chores.
Which I'm on her side.
She seems better.
Yeah, she does.
She keeps busy too.
According to local legends, she is trying to extinguish all the lights in the local
houses, but no one knows why.
And some of it, they made it up because it has nothing to do with her story.
Yeah, also, I would really like to see someone who was around before electricity and probably
had open flames, how they're trying to extinguish lights as a ghost.
It would be kind of spooky, but also kind of funny to watch.
Yeah, a little bit.
Like is she going up to the light and blowing on it or trying to engulf it with her hands
or what?
Or put a blanket over it to put it out.
And I feel like I would just feel bad and I would like ask the ghost, do you want it
off?
Yeah, let me help.
Humboldt Redwood State Park.
If you're looking for a more haunted campground in California, then add Humboldt Redwood
State Park to your list.
While you might catch a glimpse of Bigfoot, you might also encounter the spirits of Native
Americans.
Oh shit, I should have looked this up.
Zinkeon people, Zinke-one people used to live in the forest and their spirits remain to
protect the sacred trees.
I'm sorry, I wish I knew how to say that.
Visitors and campers have reported seeing spirits landing in the dark forest and slowly
melting into the forest.
The Humboldt Redwood State Park is also home to the six ghost trees that the Zinkeon people
deemed secret trees and are protecting.
The ghost trees are rare albino redwoods that average 30 feet tall.
That one's a cool one.
Holy Ghost Campground in New Mexico.
Situated in the outskirts of Santa.
Oh wow, this one just embraced their name.
Yeah, got ghosts.
Holy ghosts.
Yeah, that lake that that woman was murdered on was a big moose lake.
Like why can't it be like murder attempt or murder lake or something like that?
Just embrace it.
Murder lake, yeah.
No, you're right.
Name it after.
You know what, I think you got to go a little fancier and do lake murder.
Okay, but I mean, a lot of these could be lake murder.
What about the one with the campground or just a new lake?
Now, earthquakes don't murder.
Don't think they have the intent to murder.
You might at least have a hard time.
Oh, is that you ever asked in an earthquake?
You'd have a hard time showing motive of an earthquake in court.
Plus, it could be self-defense.
We don't know.
I mean, if we want to give it a literal name, though, it could be.
Fuck, I'm not feeling quick-witted right now.
Okay.
I'm like lake campground.
Sunking campground lake or something like that.
I give up.
Yeah.
No, those names suck.
Holy ghost campground in New Mexico.
Situated on the outskirts of Santa Fe within the Cointown of Herrero, this campground possesses
an irrelour.
However, the paranormal tales are not necessarily the most spine-chilling aspect.
What is it?
To reach this spooky destination, adventurers embark on a journey down a creepy road that
leads to Forest Service Road 122.
Two tales exist regarding the origin of this haunted location.
In one, it is said that during the late 17th century, a Spanish priest took the lives of
Native Americans from the Pueblo.
The alternative version recounts that the Pueblo Native Americans were responsible for the
priest's demise.
More recent mysterious events have occurred in the area that include disappearances, which
would, in brackets, no clothing is found and no bones or bodies are discovered, automobile
accidents, fights due to perceived paranormal sightings.
Why fights?
That's a good twist.
Is it because the ghosts are offering to help each other?
Fuck, no, I did not.
You didn't just fucking see that.
Why didn't you tell me to look?
You son of a bitch.
And then the guys working there are like not another one.
Again, I'll go get the fight hose.
The ghost fight hose to cool them down.
And ghostly figures floating in the forest.
UFOs have been sighted overhead and there are claims of a cosmic doorway where different
energies and entities flip between realms.
I like that one because that kind of reminds me of the things in Skinwalker Ranch where
it was just like portals would open up.
Although what was the fight status of Skinwalker?
Were they just breaking out constantly?
I can't remember.
None.
No, not even one.
So this is unique, this one.
Hold on, I want to see this road.
Was it called again?
Did you want to fight somebody?
Should I even be googling this?
Oh my god, this can't.
Is it going to make me feel aggressive?
Oh, it looks cool.
Yeah, it kind of looks unremarkable.
I don't see why this road looks so pretty.
It's because of the false advertising.
Are you just pissed about this false advertising now you need to punch somebody?
Okay, Lake Marina, California.
In 1983, these supernatural occurrences were reported and then local paper.
Quote, more than fish haunt Marina.
In quote, three, what?
I don't know, more than fish.
Oh, I read that wrong.
Okay.
Quote, I read it.
I read it super weird where you wouldn't get the context.
I'll read it again for you.
Maybe you'll get it this time.
Quote, more than fish haunt Marina.
Oh, okay, that makes so much more sense.
The emphasis changed.
Dark rangers and tourists have witnessed and reported a vast range of phenomena, not limited
to heavy footsteps, following visitors, noticing the figure of an old man in the corner of their
eye and even seeing people levitating.
One of the most infamous sightings of paranormal activity was when a rager had a relative staying
over in his house.
Relative woke up in the middle of the night to see a baby's christening gown floating
across the room.
I don't know.
I mean, if I was to see someone levitating, I would find that weirder than a baby.
A baby's christening gown float across the room.
Yeah, they're probably pretty light.
I mean, it doesn't seem that they would need to get up and fight someone though.
So, you're different.
Yeah, fair enough.
I do want to just say, are we just going to let this reporter get away with saying more
than fish haunt this area?
And like, who's ever described a place as haunted with fish?
Now that we back up because I read it with the right emphasis on the right words.
We can really think about it.
Yeah.
Is it an issue that they're not just fish?
Do they have ghost fish?
Or is this just like a really bad use of a phrase that doesn't exist?
It's probably someone that's never written a new, it's either their first day or they've
never written like the guy called in sick and he's like, fuck, I'm going to have to
do this myself.
What's a good title for this article?
You know what it could be too is a misunderstanding of a fairly common phrase that he's just always
had wrong in his mind.
And he put it down and he was really bold about it, just casually using this really
common term.
The funny thing missing from this Lake Marina article that I'm reading right now, well not
article blurb, is the lack of fish haunting that's going on.
It seems to be more focused on a baby christening gown in fish haunting.
There's more than it.
They need to be known for more than the fish haunting.
Here, they're like, yeah, that's just a fish ghost.
It's fucking tight.
Yes, nobody really carried that baby christening gown because it was just a ghost fish that
was doing it.
It floated to her, brushed her cheek, floated back to where she had first seen it and disappeared
and quote, oh, it just appeared out of nowhere.
Okay.
Ghost baby christening gown.
What a twist.
I'm glad we've had to be into that story finally.
Yeah, that was, I've never heard of a ghost christening gown before.
This place is just older than the ghost fish.
Yeah, ghost fish, ghost christening gown.
This is the weirdest one yet.
Okay.
Lake, Ronk, Honk, Oma, Ronk, Honk, Oma, New York.
I like the sound that went out.
New York's kind of full of them, is it?
Full of haunted, I don't know how many they have.
At least a couple of them are haunted.
Long Island's deepest lake was once the setting of a tragic love story.
It's like Romeo and Juliet, but far wetter.
I didn't think of the original one as particularly dry, but not wet either.
Legend has it that back in the 17th century, a Native American princess fell in love with
a colonist on the other side of the lake.
Bar across lovers were forbidden from meaning, and the princess wrote notes confessing her
love on a piece of bark and floating it across the lake.
Balzy thinking the right person would get it.
Her broken by the lack of response, she canued to the middle of the lake, stabbed herself
in her broken heart, and her body slumped into the icy waters below.
That's a pretty harsh response to a love letter written on a log.
Yeah, that floated off and could have not gone to the intended place.
Do you think it turned into a chain letter, and that's why she ended up killing herself?
And that's the origin of the chain letter.
Yeah.
I'm forward this log on to 10 more people or you will die.
You know what's funny?
This generation is never going to know.
When's the last time you got a chain?
You ever get one?
I think I did, and I also know the email version existed, but I think they get caught
by spam filters now.
Also people try to make money off them now too, which is really sad.
I legit got one in the mail.
That's a pity that technology took chain letters away.
The new generation is so sad for them.
Some versions of the legend claim, before she died, she cursed the lake.
Whichever you believe, routine, I mean I didn't give two options here, so I mean there's only
that one to believe if you want to.
The routine drowning of a young man on a yearly basis is enough to stir up the story.
There have been at least 160 drownings here from the 1850s to the 1970s, a majority where
men fitting the story.
Is she still looking for the man she could never be with?
Or is she punishing the local community for the divide that kept her from her love?
It could also just be like a fairly normal amount of deaths on the water over that time
period, I don't know.
Yeah, we'd have to look at all the…
People tend to die in water quite a lot.
Yeah.
Lake Lanier, Georgia.
Lanier, Georgia.
There are a number of ghosts seen at this lake.
There's a spirit of a woman in a flowing blue dress roaming around this lake, and several
pairs of supernatural hands have been felt reaching out of the depths and grabbing swimmers
mid stroke.
This is why you stay out of the water, like lakes and stuff.
I thought it was because of the ghostfish.
Ghostfish?
At random hands touching you under the water?
You don't know what's there, you can't see in there.
Ninja?
Like who even knows what's in the water?
Nobody.
But this paranormal phenomenon is nothing compared to what lurks underneath the water.
What?
More?
Lake was actually created in the 1950s, a flooding valley community.
Local government wanted to provide surrounding towns in the city of Atlanta with water and
power, but to do this they'd have to create ghost towns and then effectively drown them.
That's an interesting way to say what a town is.
Did they really have to?
They had to.
They had to drown them.
Gotta do it.
I feel like somebody jumped to a conclusion at some point during that that was not supported
by the steps they'd followed to that point.
Local citizen sultans to the government gathered during the building of the dam and watched
the waters rising above the place they once called home.
But in these communities were cemeteries.
The dead did not consent to this.
More than 200 people have died in mysterious accidents on the lake since 1994.
Well it sounds like they know that it's the hands.
So how mysterious could it be?
Hey, hey, nobody has ruled out the ghost fish yet.
Or the baby christening hauntings.
Manchak Swamp, Louisiana.
Oh this sounds fucking haunted as fuck.
Manchak Wetlands are known for being well grotesque.
I knew it just by that name.
They're thick with pea green ooze.
Why fill a lake with pea green ooze?
Riddled with bugs and festering with gators.
But according to some, the greatest threat is the local voodoo priestess Julia Brown.
Brown's popular for these campground hauntings.
Oh man, I feel like this might be a little racist.
Is this the same?
Brown, that already came up.
It might be a little racist, you're right.
It is Louisiana.
She was known for her charms, curses, and singing strange songs on her porch.
There is one verse which in hindsight made a lot of sense.
Quote one day I'm going to die and take the whole town with me.
People just let her sing that song on her porch.
What did the town, I feel like we're missing some context on what the town did to her.
Yes.
Don't you feel like the town did something to her?
I really do.
You don't just sing that for no reason.
You sing that because you want the whole town to die with you.
And you really need a ride.
I just feel like that's not the case here.
On the day of her funeral, a huge hurricane swept through Louisiana.
On September 29, 1915, the 120 mile per hour winds killed 300 people with homes, buildings,
and railways destroyed.
Locals claim that this was caused by a curse created by Brown.
She is even rumored to still be seen cackling by the water's edge.
Do we know her connection to this?
Is this even a campground?
That's a good question.
How did this make it in?
Anyhow, next one.
Lake Tahoe, California.
Tahoe Truckea is steeped in paranormal tales, dredging back as far as the legends of the
local Native Americans.
Many hotels and cabins claim to have their own supernatural entities concealed within
their hotel, which you can see for yourself, for a booking fee, of course.
But the spirit that haunts Emerald Bay can be seen for free.
Why don't you just go there?
We're full of pointers on this one for camping.
Captain Dick Berter was known for telling stories of his seafaring days in the early
19th century.
His encounters for capsizing and frosty waters, grizzly bear attacks, and by the sounds of
it, a serious alcohol problem made him the talk of the town.
Apparently, Captain Berter just can't stop reliving his glory days.
One night after going heavy in the bar, Berter boarded his boat and sailed home.
But he was never seen again.
Somewhere on the route back, he capsized and died.
His body was never found.
His spirit is often seen swimming in the area during foggy moments trying to find his way
back to the tomb he built years before he passed.
Anyhow, Reddit stories.
I got a few.
Couple for you.
We're not going to see the guy we liked.
He doesn't come back, unfortunately.
He's the first Reddit encounter I think in the beginning of it.
Moonjockey?
I miss Moonjockey already.
He was handy.
He really gave us some good tips.
The land I can never step in.
See...
Cuff...
Man.
That happened to me when I was little.
I went camping with my older brother and my mom.
I was about 7 or 8 and I went to bed around 10 in a sleeping bag inside my tent with both
my mom and brother.
Sometime during the night, I don't know when.
I woke up somewhere in the middle of the woods still in my sleeping bag.
I had no idea where I was or where my tent was.
I screamed for my mom and I heard her calling back for me in a panic, but she was easily
100 yards away or so.
To this day, I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of the woods and still inside
my sleeping bag gives me the chills.
Strike Eagle 784 Not me, but a family member back in Arizona
claims to have had a run-in with the Wendigo.
He was camping in the woods near Flagstaff when in the middle of the night he heard some
strange noises coming from the woods.
When he woke up the next morning, he found some strange marks on his body that weren't
there the previous day.
Someone he knew claimed that he was attacked by a Wendigo.
As a result, since apparently the area has been known to have Wendigo sightings, that's
a strange conclusion to come to if you wake up with marks on your body.
Oh, here's a good one.
Taylor, you're gonna like this one.
Twisting Medic 2K.
Four years ago.
I once saw someone picking up their trash and taking it home with them instead of leaving
it in the wilderness.
Spooky.
That's a good one.
That's terrifying.
User Anus Elman.
Anna Salmon.
I had a paranormal encounter when I was camping with a few friends in Oak and Noggin Falls.
Spooky.
British Columbia, Canada.
We were camping to celebrate my 13th birthday and the girls and I had walked down to the
lake for a swim.
On the walk back to our campground, we walked along a river that had a fair size dam.
Fortunately, there has been an incident where two brothers drowned after being unable to
escape the turbines a few years earlier.
This town was only 40 minutes from my hometown so we had heard the story on the news.
The dam had been marked with a skull and crossbones and large signs saying danger.
We were a couple hundred meters down the river and close to our campground when I saw an
incredibly clear and bright white figure of a preteen boy walking atop the water.
I stopped until my friend to look and one of them did and exclaimed she saw him too.
The other covered her face and said she was too scared to look.
That's when the fight broke out.
No, I was wrong.
We watched him for a few minutes until he faded away.
He walked along the river's surface slowly for about 10 meters and disappeared.
It is still the most incredible supernatural encounter I have ever had.
And that is the end of my Friday the 13th episode.
I enjoyed it and I hope that we are able to get Moonjockey to where he or she needs to
be both for the vibe setting and for the hauntedness.
Have an experience.
Yeah.
There's definitely going to be some ideas for Moonjockey on this episode.
I personally think I would go with the haunted fish.
Yeah.
There's tons.
You're not going to not have a fish.
See, yeah.
Isn't that the one you're going to get in a fight at though?
No, I think there's a different one.
Okay.
And yeah, that's where I go.
Pick.
Choose your own adventure, I guess.
Fish or fight.
Or, you know, the other ones.
Yeah, I guess there's other ones too you could pick.
I hope that that makes your Friday the 13th a little bit spookier, especially when you're
picturing it all or just straight up listening to it from inside your...
I do not recommend that.
I wouldn't do it.
I mean, you can if you know it scarcely, but I mean, I wouldn't find this overly spooky
unless I was in a campground in a tent listening to the sounds.
Okay, and I think with that, I have been Taylor here with Chelsea.
We are Journey to the Fringe.
Thank you all for listening and we'll see you next week.
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