Blue Shirt in the Woods
My friends and I were planning on camping out in this forest which was undeveloped because it was a drainage basin for the town. We were gonna play airsoft the and play some night games since one of my friend's dad lent us his night vision goggles.
We get there in the early afternoon, set up a few tents and are having a blast. Around sundown though, we all started seeing this guy in a blue shirt (the only feature we were able to make out) following us around as we played.
Some seriously creepy things happened that I will expand on if anybody is interested; but to start, the sun was right above the trees and we all had sort of seen this guy and nobody knew who the fuck he was. We were freaking out and decided we needed to get the hell out of there. So we packed up and got moving right as it got dark and made a caravan (we had that much stuff with us) and practically sprinted out of there. It was like a 30 minute walk to the street where our car was.
We didn't see him again on our way out but called 911 because we had all seen him. Looking back, I still can't decide if we were all seeing things or if there actually was a guy in a blue shirt watching us. But I definitely remember how fucking scared I was, and that makes me believe in what I saw.
in a follow up post
Like I said, even today I'm not sure if we were imagining him. But here goes. Wall of text incoming.
It's kind of important to understand the spot we were in. The basin was a dust bowl with a hill in the middle surrounded by trees. The hill sloped downwards towards the desert on one side with rolls in the dirt you could use for cover. The other side was flat with trails criss-crossing throughout. The tree cover was thick enough that you couldn't see much beyond the dust bowl in any direction.
The first time we spotted him was when I left to go get my friend, who showed up late, from the street and walk him back to our little camp. I had been gone for about ten minutes and two of my friends were on top of the hill shooting downwards with their backs to most of the trails.
My friend Zack heard some rustling of leaves behind him and figured it was me crawling in the dirt trying to sneak up on him. So, he turns around and sees "me" behind some trees on the trail and started shooting. My friend watches this guy take off at an incredible speed and said he was sure he hit him. The other guy on the hill with him didn't see the guy.
My friend was laughing about how much the pellets in my ass must have hurt when I came back. Then he realized I wasn't wearing a blue shirt. The only thing he could describe was the blue shirt. We were a little unsettled that we had just pelted some guy, but even more so that he didn't come back pissed off yelling at us kids. But we carried on.
I had a habit of crawling around to sneak up on my friends. So they always were looking behind them on the trails. My friend Joey spotted him next. He was looking through the scope of his little air soft sniper down a trail at the bottom of the hill. He said he watched something blow by his line of vision and the only thing he noticed was a blue shirt. Joey had a habit of lying and telling far fetched stories about himself, so we didn't initially tell him about the guy. Suffice to say, we were freaking out when he told us what he saw, and we took to calling him the smurf to lighten the mood a little.
We decided we wanted to keep on playing because it took us forever to set our stuff up. I thought my friends were bullshitting until I "saw" him. It still gives me shivers thinking about it.
I was at the bottom of the hill with my back to the trails. I was sitting in the brush right behind the treeline when I heard rustling leaves behind me. I smiled, thinking I was gonna light my friend up. I pivot and I'm looking at three trees a few feet apart in a line about ten feet in front of me. I see a flash of movement, and a blue figure dashed from the left tree to the middle, to the right. And then it happened.
Whatever the fuck it was poked it's head out from behind the tree and the only thing I could make out aside from the shirt was a smile.
I about shit my pants, not believing my eyes. And stumbled backwards, spraying my gun. I sprinted up the hill mid-game yelling. I didn't look back. My friend was maybe 20 feet parallel with me to the hill and said he didn't hear or see anything. But I told everyone what happened and we decided we didn't want to spend the night anymore.
So we caravan out and call the police. I don't know if they ever went to check, or if they found anyone. But that's the most scared I have ever been, when I was stumbling on my ass. That freaking smile. Jesus. I still don't know if I was seeing things or not. But it was freaky none the less. We were in such a hurry that we left my friend's dad's night vision goggles as we fled. It was months before any of us went back.