I've probably contributed to, or created a thread like this before. Oh, well.
After spending some time on the Reddit subforum, r/nosleep (https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/) I am and have been interested in any true and scary, stories you guys have.
This is one of mine. I don't think I've ever actually written this story out, but I have told it to others verbally.
Around 4-6 years ago in the summer going into sixth grade or so, I was going to my first year of pre-teen camp. You see, my church is a part of an international body named the ICOC or International Church of Christ. I go to the CVCC or, Central Valley Church of Christ. So, our sister Church in Las Angeles runs this camp up in Idllywild, inviting all the churches from the regional area. I drove up in a caravan with a group of the kids and adults who were going to camp (either as campers or counselors.) The camp is up in the mountains in a forested area. The most notable landmark is a large and visible mountain seemingly accessible by wandering the forest.
This information may seem irrelevant, but is important to the story.
So, my friend Andrew and I were separated from the other boys from our group and were put in a cabin with people we had never met before, which was not a bad thing as Andrew and I made friends quickly. The other guys we knew were literally right across from us.
One night, Andrew and I were invited by the friends we came with to come into their cabin to listen to their counselor tell scary stories. Andrew didn't feel very good, so declined. No one else in my cabin went to the other cabin or even knew the stories we were told.
Their counselor told a handful of tales, but the one important is one about a child named Carmen Wensdy.
The story goes that at the same exact camp site, was a child named Carmen Wensdy. Carmen was an average kid who, like many other boys was very curious, and had a strong sense of adventure. So, during his free time would wander the woods. However, he had climbed up the tallest and closest mountain, and could overlook the forest. He saw that the sun was beginning to set.
Carmen, afraid people would soon be aware that he was gone began to make his way down the mountain. However, as he was mesmerized by the glorious view of the sunset, he lost his sense of direction. So, it is said he went down the wrong side of the mountain.
The kid soon became lost, as the sun went down. The temperature soon dropped, and he became very cold and hungry. Luckily, he saw a light off in the distance. He went to inspect the light, finding it was electric lights from inside a small cottage.
Hungry, cold, and with low morale, Carmen Wensdy knocked on the wooden door. An elderly hermit answered the door and welcomed him in, serving him food, and providing him with a place to sleep for the night.
Little did Carmen know that the old hermit was an active Satanist. And, while he slept the old man killed him and sacrificed him to Satan.
It is now said that Carmen's soul wandered back to the campsite, now a vessel of evil. The story goes that if you will hear a soft tapping on your window, and look to the sound, you'll see his ghastly face grinning and He'll kill anyone who looks. But, if you don't look to the window, you'll feel a cold rush of air and he'll tap you three times on the shoulder. So, if you look, the same result will occur.
So, back to real life. After that story, he sent us off to bed. I went back to my cabin and goofed off with the other guys until our counselors said it was time for lights out. (Note that no one else went to the story telling, so none of them would know.) Every one went to sleep, including me.
I woke up in the middle of the night, with no idea what time it was. Everyone on the cabin was asleep. I was laying in my sleeping bag, facing the wall. I stared at the wall for a short moment and felt a chilling breeze. I didn't pay it much attention, as we were up in the cold forested mountains, and most of cabins were old and drafty. Then, without a single doubt, I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder three times.
My mind shot back to the story I heard. He'll tap you three times. I was scared out of my mind, and didn't dare move. I sunk deeper into my sleeping bag, and shut my eyes closed. I prayed over and over in my mind for protection. That was probably the scariest night of my entire life.
In the morning, I woke up and asked if anyone messed with me or anyone else last night. No one said they did or gave any signal that would say so.
So, that was my most vivid, and chilling experience with the unexplained.
