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What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? I see that question all the time on this website. Everyone wants to be scared, everyone wants to read the stories, and watch the videos. They want to feel their heart pound, and experience that momentary fear that, looking out their window one night they're going to see that masked face staring back at them. That's the silly thing about reading stories, they give you the "scare" you want but deep down you know it isn't real, you know your safe. I'll tell you a story, a real story, something I couldn't shut my eyes and hide from. I'll tell you a story that no one will ever believe because believing it would make it real, and I promise you that you won't want this to be real. June 15, 2016 Camping in the forests of Washington State. We'd been hiking all day in the national forest behind my childhood home. It's was a frequently used grazing area and wasn't particularly remote, at least not for rural Washington. It was just my boyfriend and I, the idea was to hike up high and find an open meadow to camp in for a romantic night of stargazing. We'd been hiking most of the afternoon when we made it to the top of the small mountain we had been climbing. Luckily my memory had served us well and we were greeted by a small meadow and a beautiful view of the valley below and the fast approaching sunset. The evening started exactly as planned, we set up camp, made dinner and curled up in our sleeping bags to watch the final rays of sunshine morph into the crystal clear night sky. It was about 10pm when the noises started. A branch cracking near the tree line, my boyfriend and I were both used to the sounds of the forest and we dismissed it as the nighttime animals curious about our presence, we weren't worried knowing that most animals would steer clear of the campfire. Then the smell hit, sickly sweet like rotting flowers mixed with dead meat and wet dog fur. We had no idea what it was, neither of us knew of any animal that smelled like that, and we had been at our camp long enough that we would have noticed the smell earlier if there was a dead animal near by. We were both scared but still thought staying next to the fire was the best option. The howling started not long after that, deep long notes resembling that of a wolf but still distinctly different. Now we were scared even so much as to ask each other if there were any local legends covering strange animals, of course the only thing we thought of was Bigfoot, and we were both sure from the howls that wasn't what was out here with us. Suddenly the first howl was joined by a second, then a third. That's when we saw them, they were wolves, of a sort, at least four feet tall and longer than I had ever seen. Their eyes were bright blue and their fur was strikingly white, so white I was surprised they didn't shine in the moonlight, but the color was flat, dull. There were wounds all over their bodies, flesh hanging off of their ribs and chests. Insects filled their mouths which held yellowing teeth and bright red tongues. They were snarling at us, circling our camp, we had no idea what to do, it wasn't until that moment we realized we hadn't brought anything to protect ourselves, not so much as a hunting knife. We were in shock, frozen with fear, luckily that's what kept us alive. We realized after what seemed like hours that the wolves couldn't come within the light of the fire. We had a healthy stack of wood from setting up camp earlier so we weren't at risk of the fire dying, but we knew we were terrified, we knew we couldn't leave, knew we had to keep the fire burning. The fear was almost unbearable, we didn't understand what was happening or how what we were seeing was possible, we tried to only focus on keeping the fire burning. The wolves circled us for hours, never faltering, snarling and snapping and occasionally stopping to howl into the night. Sometime in the early morning before the sun came up the wolves went back into the forest. As soon as it was fully light we ran. We left everything where it was and ran. Once we got home we told my family some bullshit story about a bear being around the camp and we drove back up the dirt roads to retrieve our tent and supplies. Neither of us has gone camping or spent more than a few minutes in the woods since then. Neither of us have any idea what happened, and there are no local stories documenting anything close to what we saw. I know my story sound fake, like i'm making it up for attention, but I swear I'm not. I swear it's real, and I tell everyone I know who's thinking about camping not to camp in the woods of Eastern Washington.

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