Paranormal Activity In The Big Horn National Park

I still remember this one incident that gives me chills even now, as I type it down. This happened back in 2009 when I stayed at the Big Horn National Forest in Wyoming. Fortunately, I was not alone there when it happened. Now I do know that Wyoming has its own fair share of horror stories around the woods. But I had never even read in the local newspapers about something like this before.

It was the fall season. My wife wanted to spend the weekend with nature. And I wanted a break from my monotonous job. So it didn’t take much convincing from her side, to make me plan a weekend trip. So we rented a cabin in the Bighorn National Forest for the two of us. It was a long trip from where we lived. We reached there when the sun was above us, as it gets dark early during the fall season. And it gets dark even earlier especially in the woods. You see, we didn’t want to take any risks.

Now the forest cabin was a wooden house with spooky, creeky furniture. We weren’t expecting much but this was below par. The condition was deplorable. And if you’ve been to this place, you must be aware, that there are far too few, to almost no one around for help. The furniture was so weak that when I went to sit on the armchair, it literally cracked open with just the weight of my arm resting on it. And trust me, I am not overweight. Anyway, we unpacked everything and decided to make the most of the getaway.

Later after arranging everything in the cabin, my wife asked me to head out to get some wood for the fire. I started walking my way into the forest, only to find the wood to be cold. So I tried to search deeper in the woods. I was also busy clicking pictures of the scenic forest at every opportunity. However, after a point, I realized that I have gotten too far from the cabin. I wasn’t lost, but I couldn’t find my way back to the cabin with ease. Additionally, it was so windy, that I couldn't see around clearly with all the dust in my eyes. The sound of the wind blowing and leaves rustling made my ears all numb, and in that blurry moment, I heard something pass behind me. It could have been the trees swaying. But it sounded a little different than usual. As I turned around, I found a tree bending towards me, and I realized it wasn’t safe anymore. I could get crumbled under one at any moment. So I started moving back toward the cabin. After a few minutes, I could see some familiar scenery around me. I was closer to the cabin.

The wind now stopped blowing heavily, and I was about to reach the forest cabin when I heard someone calling me. It didn’t call out my name. But my instincts told me that the call was for me. I turned around to see no signs of any person. There was a rush of cold in me. I could sense that there was something unusual here. I started shivering and was about to run when a dead bird dropped from the tree above me. I sprinted as fast as I could. Panting, I entered the cabin and told my wife everything that had happened. Obviously, she didn't take me seriously and said that I was just seeing things. I tried to explain, but she thought I was pulling a prank on her.

Later my wife suggested that we'd sit outside and relax. We sat on the porch sipping hot chocolate and I thought of seizing this beautiful memory with photographs. When I stepped down to click my wife's photo, I heard it again, the voice, someone was calling me, for the second time, and I am sure that it was for real this time. I dashed towards my wife and told her about this. She just laughed it off and asked me to give up on my prank. Her reaction didn’t upset me much because I was still trying to spot the person along the treeline.

Later that night after dinner, I tried to build the fire but the wood wouldn't burn as it was cold. It was getting late so my wife went to bed early, and I tried to keep the cabin warm by lighting candles. While lighting the candles, I saw that there was another shadow in front of me. I felt numb. There was no one behind me but a voice whispered in my ear saying, "turn around". I was blank. Completely. I couldn't move. All I could think about at that moment was to yell. Yell at the top of my lungs. And I did. I yelled my wife's name as loud as I could. She came running downstairs. She calmed me down and realized that I wasn’t joking. Not that she believed me. 
But at least she knew I wasn’t joking anymore. I was sweating. I was paranoid. She lighted the fire and made me sit down. My heart was in my mouth. This time I had tears in my eyes, but still, my wife didn't believe me that it was happening for real. She thought that I was tired and needed some rest. The next morning, I requested that we would leave as early as possible. Already creeped out by my behavior ever since I started acting up, she obliged. On the way home I decided to ignore everything that happened and shrugged it off as my mind playing tricks on me. I was feeling better the moment we got far from the cabin. I was glad and I wanted it to stay that way.

But that was not it. When I developed the photographs that we clicked there, we noticed a disfigured man in the corner of each picture, lurking around. The face wasn’t clearly visible. But the shape was evident of a person standing, and getting closer in each picture. And my wife finally believed me. And we never entered that forest again.

I have been a trucker for the past 3 years. I know I might be regarded as a newbie in this profession since most of the other truckers that I’ve met via work have been driving for over 8 to 10 years. And I have always heard so many weird stories from them. Some had strange creatures, some had paranormal experiences, some had psychos chasing, while some had some other unexplainable phenomena. Now honestly speaking, I never believed those. I thought these experiences had to do with the fact that we have to stay up all night and drive alone on the highways. So the mind can play tricks. Well, this was until I had a first-hand experience.

I was driving across Maine on Route 2A. It was a few hours post-midnight. I was carrying a truckload of parcels across the state. Now, I had done night shifts before but this was different. The road was empty. I had driven for miles and had not come across a single person. The condition of the road was not good, and it had sharp turns, so I had to stay alert at all times.

I was a few hours away from my destination when my headlights started flickering for no reason. I didn’t stop my truck to investigate the problem, since I had heard a lot of stories around Route 2A. And I could still see the road. The radio was patchy so I had turned it off as well. Suddenly, I heard a loud shriek coming from the right. I didn’t stop. It could have been an animal. And it wasn’t that surprising to hear such sudden howls while driving past the woods. So I continued.

Then after a few minutes, I heard it again. It was similar to the previous one. But louder. And it felt human. But it didn’t make any sense. How could have I possibly heard a human scream from such a long-distance? I shrugged it off as my mind played tricks. I continued driving with my eyes focused on the road. The flickering light had suddenly got fixed. Before I could rejoice, I saw a lady standing at the corner of the road. She was facing the woods and kept calling out for some man named Mark. I slowed my car and lowered the window. She looked panic-stricken.

I called out to her and asked if she needed any help. Obviously, she did. But I didn’t know any other way to approach her. She ignored me and kept calling out for him. I warned her that the woods weren’t safe, and I could drop her at the nearest patrolling vehicle, where a cop could assist her. She didn’t even care to turn around. Now, I felt something was fishy so decided to not get down on the road. And yes, I had heard about the urban legend of Route 2A where a lady is seen near the roads that is searching for her husband. I leaned outside my truck window and called out to her once more. Again nothing.

That’s when my eyes landed on the rearview mirror. A group of 3 men was sneakily closing in on my parked vehicle. They had sharp weapons. And they weren’t going toward the lady. They were coming for my truck. I pulled myself inside the truck, pressed the gas immediately, and bolted far away from there. I closed the window and locked the doors at the earliest. I didn’t pull my feet off the gas until I was miles away from that spot. Luckily my radio started working as I reached closer to my destination.

Throughout the remainder of the route, I kept thinking about how I was about to fall trapped to a well-orchestrated trick by goons. The lady was obviously in on the plan. She was used as bait to make unwary travelers stop their cars and come out for help. And had I gone out, they would’ve surely ripped me off. I could’ve lost my job or even my life.