0:05 my name is Calvin Hensley and back in 2017 I decided to take my RV up to the remote stretches of the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska I figured a little Solitude might help me forget about my disastrous attempt at home brewing turns out beer making isn't as easy as drinking it I've always loved the open road the hum of the engine beneath my feet and the promise of Adventure just around the bend this time I was heading to a place called Portage Valley a spot not too crowded with tourists but renowned for its glaciers and dense forests I thought maybe I'd find inspiration for a new hobby something less explosive than my last one the drive was Serene towering spruce
0:50 trees lined the winding roads and the air was crisp with the scent of Pine and the distant hint of ocean salt I pulled into a small clearing near glacial stream the kind of spot that makes you want to toss your cell phone into the water and live off the grid as I set up camp a beat up pickup truck rattled down the path and parked a little ways off a Burly man stepped out dressed in worn out flannel and jeans that had seen better days he gave me a nod but didn't say anything friendly type I thought maybe he was here for the fishing the first night was uneventful I cooked some beans over the fire and tried not to think about the bear spray I'd forgotten at home Alaska's basically Canada's overachieving sibling I told
1:38 myself what's the Worst That Could Happen the next morning I decided to hike a nearby trail that promised stunning views of the glacier the path was narrow and the forest around me was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant bird calls about an hour in I noticed something odd a makeshift trap laid out between the trees it was crude but effective a wire snare that could easily catch an unsuspecting animal or person I stepped around it carefully a little unnerved maybe that guy from the pickup was a hunter but this close to a camping area seemed irresponsible I made a mental note to watch my step and kept going further
2:23 along I stumbled upon more traps some were pits covered with branches others were more snares it was like walking through a twisted obstacle course designed by someone who'd failed a survivalist TV show audition well Calvin you've officially entered the world's worst theme park I muttered as I moved deeper into the woods the trees grew thicker and the light dimmer that's when I saw it a cabin nestled among the Pines almost camouflaged by the overgrowth smoke wafted lazily from a crooked chimney curiosity got the better of of me I approached cautiously noticing the animal skins stretched out on racks and various tools scattered around it looked
3:09 like someone had set up a personal hunting lodge in the middle of nowhere then I saw the cages large metal ones lined up behind the cabin each one empty but stained with something dark my stomach tightened this wasn't the set of a Wilderness reality show I heard footsteps and ducked behind a pile of firewood the Burly man from the pickup truck emerged from the cabin dragging something heavy wrapped in a tarp he heaved it onto a table and unwrapped it I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stifle a gasp it was a man's body lifeless and marred with cuts the man pulled out a large knife and began methodically dissecting the corpse Panic surged through me I needed to get out of
3:57 there as I turned to leave my foot caught on a metal can sending it clattering across the ground the man's head snapped up who's there his voice was rough tinged with annoyance I didn't wait to find out what he'd do if he found me I bolted back toward the trail heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest behind me I could hear him crashing through the underbrush You Can't Hide he shouted I veered off the path hoping the dense forest would slow him down down my mind raced why hadn't I just stayed by the RV why did I think a solo hike was a good idea and why of all times did I remember that I'd left my Swiss army knife back at Camp I spotted a fallen tree and slid
4:44 beneath it trying to catch my breath the footsteps grew louder then stopped I could see his boots just a few yards away come on out he called we can sort this out like men yeah because that worked out so well for the the last guy I thought he moved on and I waited until the sound of his steps faded I crawled out and started making my way back to the RV slower this time trying to stay hidden as I neared the campsite relief washed over me the RV was in sight I sprinted the last stretch jumped inside and locked the door fumbling with the keys I started the engine just as I put it into gear something slammed against the side of the RV he was there eyes
5:31 wild gripping a bloodstained axe leaving so soon he sneered I didn't respond my foot hit the gas and the RV lurched forward he swung the axe shattering the side mirror that's coming out of the deposit I mumbled swerving onto the main road I drove faster than I ever had not daring to look back after what felt like hours I reached a small town I pulled into the parking lot of a Diner practically falling out of the RV inside the patrons gave me puzzled looks I must have been a sight sweaty disheveled and eyes wide with fear someone's after me I managed to say to the waitress he's killed
6:16 someone she nodded slowly and picked up the phone to call the police while waiting I noticed a bulletin board by the entrance filled with missing person Flyers at least half a dozen faces stared back at me my stomach churned the police arrived and I told them everything two officers went to investigate while another stayed with me to take a statement you're lucky to be alive he said story of my life I replied attempting a weak smile later that evening they informed me they found the cabin but no sign of the man the body was there along with evidence linking him to multiple disappearances any idea who he is I asked we believe he's Ethan mallister
7:02 the officer said used to be a hunting guide around these parts went off the grid years ago after some incidents incidents he hesitated clients went missing Never Enough evidence to charge him great I thought I had stumbled into the lair of a long-standing serial killer they advised me to stay in town for a couple of days while they continued the search the local Motel was a step up from sleeping in the RV and I wasn't eager to return to the Wilderness anytime soon the next morning I grabbed a coffee from the diner the waitress from before A woman named Linda gave me a sympathetic look rough night she asked you could say that
7:48 I replied but on the bright side I think I've had my fill of Adventure for a while she chuckled most excitement we've had here in years maybe you should stick around we could use someone to liven things up I think my idea of fun might be hazardous to everyone's health I spent the day wandering the small town trying to shake off the lingering dread every so often I'd catch a glimpse of a flannel shirt or hear the rumble of a truck engine and my heart would skip a beat by evening the police had more news they'd found a network of tunnels near the cabin filled with personal belongings from the missing people it was worse than anyone had imagined he's been operating here for
8:33 over a decade the officer told me thanks to you we have a chance to put an end to it glad I could help I said though I didn't feel particularly heroic that night I locked the door of my motel room and wedged a chair under the handle for good measure sleep didn't come easy but exhaustion eventually won around 3:00 a.m. a loud banging jolted me awake my my heart leaped as I sat up disoriented the pounding continued more urgent this time Calvin open up it was the officer I scrambled to the door moving the chair aside what's going on he was spotted on the outskirts of town we need to get you to a safe location you're kidding me I
9:21 groaned does this guy ever quit they escorted me to the police station which was a buzz with activity report were coming in of sightings all over town it was as if he were everywhere and nowhere at once hours dragged on Dawn broke casting a pale light over the anxious faces around me then just as suddenly as it began the report stopped maybe he skipped town one officer suggested or he's waiting for the right moment I muttered by midday they received a tip from a farmer who'd found an abandoned truck near his property in the back was a stash of weapons and hunting gear that's got to be his the chief said we're closing in they intensified the search and I was
10:08 left pacing the station's Lobby Linda showed up with a thermos of coffee and a sandwich thought you might need this she offered you're a lifesaver I said accepting the food gratefully any news nothing concrete I feel like a Sitting Duck at least you're a well-fed duck she joked I managed a genuine laugh for the first time in Days by Nightfall the tension was palpable then came the call a confrontation at an Old Sawmill on the edge of town officers swarmed to the location I waited the silence stretching on unbearably finally the chief returned his expression Grim but relieved it's over he announced
10:54 mallister is dead how I asked he engaged in a firefight with our officers didn't make it a weight lifted off my shoulders so that's it that's it in the aftermath the town began to piece itself back together families of the missing had some closure though the pain would linger I prepared to leave packing up the RV that had started this whole ordeal Linda came by to see me off back to the open road she asked thinking of taking a break from the Wilderness I replied maybe visit some crowded beaches safety and numbers right she smiled take care of yourself Calvin and maybe
11:40 consider sticking to hobbies that don't involve life-threatening situations I'll do my best I promised as I drove away from the town the sun peaked over the horizon casting a Golden Glow on the landscape I couldn't help but think about how a random decision had thrown me into the path of a killer but that was behind me now ahead lay miles of Road in the promise of new hopefully less deadly Adventures my name's Arlo Durant and back in 2006 I decided to take a solo RV trip through the rough back roads of Oregon's ooco National Forest I was
12:26 itching for an adventure something to remind me I was alive I'll admit I hadn't exactly lived life on the wild side but I was always game for a challenge I was the kind of guy who considered fixing my own coffee machine a risk worth bragging about still something about the Wilderness called to me in a way that Suburbia just didn't this trip was supposed to be a simple escape from city noise and cell service with no company but the trees my thoughts and a paperback I'd been trying to finish for over a year I was barely 2 hours into the journey when I hit the first snag a flat tire that was irritating but I had a spare so I got to work and managed to fix it without too much cussing the real trouble came about an
13:14 hour later when I pulled into a secluded spot to set up camp only to find it wasn't as empty as I'd expected there was a rusty old RV parked on the other side of the clearing barely visible behind a stand of trees a man was Sting sitting on a folding chair outside skin dark from years in the sun wiry frame hidden under layers of tattered clothing he looked like he'd been there for days maybe weeks I gave him a quick nod trying not to stare but I couldn't help noticing the half smirk on his face like he'd been waiting for someone I set up my RV making sure to put a solid distance between us I'd run into plenty of odd characters on past trips but something about this guy
13:59 unsettled me maybe it was the way he didn't look away or the fact that he didn't seem to have any gear around him no food no water nothing but that chair and his RV as the evening stretched on I tried to distract myself with my book but I kept glancing out the window half expecting to see him standing right there around dusk I heard footsteps outside followed by a knock on my door I peered through the window and saw him standing there hand raised as if he'd been about to knock again against my better judgment I opened the door a crack and asked if he needed anything he tilted his head eyes glinting in the fading light and said in a voice rough as gravel just thought you might want
14:45 some company out here it's lonely you know his words sounded casual but there was something off about his tone too friendly too insistent I mumbled something about having plans for the night and shut shut the door locking it twice for good measure through the window I watched as he Shrugged and strolled back to his own RV whistling a tune I couldn't quite place the evening passed slowly and every so often I heard faint sounds from his Direction a scrape a muffled laugh a quiet murmur that could have been a conversation but when I looked out there was no one else by midnight I was on edge but exhaustion eventually pulled me under and I fell asleep I woke to a loud
15:33 bang that rattled the whole RV and for a moment I thought I was dreaming but the banging continued coming from the back of my vehicle I scrambled out of bed heart pounding and peered through the back window he was there standing so close his breath fogged the glass his face Twisted in an expression that looked like a mix of anger and Delight let me in he hissed voice barely audible but sharp enough to slice through my panic I grabbed the only weapon I had a rusted crowbar I kept for emergencies and held it tight willing myself to stay calm when he didn't get an answer he started circling the RV tapping his knuckles along the walls as if searching for a weak spot my mind
16:20 raced running through every possible escape plan but each one ended the same way with him finding a way inside I was trapped and he knew it after what felt like hours he stopped and muttered something under his breath loud enough for me to hear one word tomorrow then he walked back to his RV leaving me in a silence so thick I could barely breathe I stayed awake the rest of the night gripping the Crowbar like it was my lifeline the next morning I packed up and prepared to leave as fast as I could but just as I was about to start the engine I glanced in the mirror and saw him standing there blocking the road with his arms crossed I was in no mood to play games so I honked the horn
17:06 hoping he'd take the hint and move instead he walked over to my window that same smirk on his face going somewhere he asked voice dripping with mock innocence I told him I had an emergency back home something that required me to leave immediately he just chuckled shaking his head slowly you're not going anywhere he whispered so low I almost didn't catch it this place has a way of keeping people I clenched the wheel resisting the urge to slam the gas and plow through him but his gaze pinned me in place as if he knew I didn't have the nerve I don't know what possessed me to try reasoning with him but I found myself saying look I don't want any trouble I just came here to relax
17:53 trouble finds people like you he replied voice darkening city Folk always thinking they're safe behind locks and fences out here none of that means anything he took a step back eyes scanning the RV like he was sizing it up and then walked back to his own vehicle I didn't waste another second I started the engine ready to peel out but when I tried to shift into drive the gears jammed grinding in a way that sounded almost intentional I could see him in my side mirror leaning against his RV on arms crossed watching with that same smirk I cursed under my breath fighting with the gear stick but it was no use it was stuck I climbed out planning to check
18:39 under the hood but as soon as I did he was beside me moving so silently I didn't even hear him approach need a hand he asked tone dripping with mock concern I backed away heart hammering but he just laughed low and mean like he knew exactly how much power he had he grabbed a wrench from his pocket and offered it to me handle first I stared at it wondering if this was some kind of trap but he just stood there waiting when I finally took it he stepped back arms raised in mock surrender go on he said try and fix it with shaking hands I opened the hood and took a look but I barely knew what I was doing the engine
19:24 looked fine at least to my untrained eyes but every time I tried tried to start it the gears jammed again and every time I looked up he was there just watching arms crossed smirk fixed on his face like he was savoring every second of my frustration after nearly an hour I gave up muttering something about calling a toe he chuckled again shaking his head no service out here he said you're stuck might as well get comfortable I considered walking but the nearest town was Miles Away and I didn't trust him not to follow so I stayed nerves frayed waiting for night to fall knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep with him so close as Darkness crept in I
20:10 locked every door every window praying it would be enough around midnight I heard footsteps again soft but deliberate circling the RV like a predator sizing up its prey then came the tapping Knuckles wrapping against the windows the roof the doors I gripped the Crowbar sweat slicking my Palms heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst the tapping stopped replaced by a low almost guttural laugh and then his voice muffled but unmistakable come on out city boy let's see what you're made of I held my breath willing him to leave but the silence that followed felt even worse minutes stretched into hours and still he
20:57 lingered p facing outside muttering to himself at some point exhaustion claimed me and I slipped into a fitful sleep I woke to the smell of smoke panicking I scrambled out of bed and saw Flames licking at the back of my RV I grabbed the fire extinguisher and managed to put it out before it spread but my heart sank when I realized it had been set intentionally a small bundle of sticks and Rags lay at the base charred and smoking a crude attempt at arson the man was nowhere in sight but I knew he hadn't gone far I packed up what little I could carry deciding then and there to abandon the RV and Hike back to civilization I'd barely made it a mile
21:42 when I heard footsteps behind me quick and heavy gaining fast I turned crowbar raised and saw him there eyes gleaming with something between anger and Glee he lunged and we grappled my grip slipping as he pushed me to the ground desperation lent me strength and I swung the Crowbar catching him in the leg he stumbled cursing but before he could recover I bolted the forest seemed endless trees blurring together as I ran heart hammering lungs burning I could hear him crashing through the underbrush behind me his voice taunting mocking daring me to keep running somehow I made it to the edge of the forest where a patrol truck was parked the rain
22:28 stranger inside took one look at me bloodied breathless and didn't ask questions he radioed for backup and within minutes the area was swarming with officers they found the man near my RV muttering to himself hand stained with dirt and Ash turns out he'd been squatting in the forest for years attacking anyone who wandered too close as they hauled him away he looked at me eyes full of that same Twisted delight and whispered this place doesn't like strangers the ranger told me later they found remnants of old campsites littered with bones tools and even a few wallets apparently I hadn't been his first Target just the first to escape after a long silence the ranger
23:16 asked if I wanted to keep any of the belongings they'd found scattered around I told him I'd pass my name is Graham Sterling and in 2018 I decided to take my RV up to ban National Park in Alberta after years of crunching numbers as an accountant I figured it was high time I crunch some gravel under my hiking boots instead I've always been the kind of guy who' chews a spreadsheet over a spade but a recent Health scare nudged me toward embracing The Great Outdoors why did the accountant go camping I joked to my friends because
24:01 life finally didn't add up so with my trusty RV and a backpack full of optimism and insect repellent I set off on what I hoped would be a rejuvenating Adventure the drive to B was nothing short of spectacular towering mountains kissed by low hanging clouds rivers that shimmered like liquid silver and forests so dense they seemed to hold secrets from centuries past I found a cozy spot at a secluded campground near lake minona Far Enough From The Tourist hotpots but close enough to civilization should I need an urgent caffeine fix setting up camp was a comedy of errors I struggled with the awning wrestled with the portable grill and nearly set my hiking
24:47 boots on fire a fellow camper Named Dave watched with Amusement from a nearby spot first time he called out with a grin is it that obvious I laughed don't worry we've all been there he replied need a hand we chatted for a bit and he gave me some tips on the local Trails Dave was a seasoned camper the kind of guy who could start a fire with two sticks and a stern look he mentioned he was heading out early the next morning to hike a trail that wasn't on the official Maps it's a Hidden Gem he said interested in joining I hesitated and an unmarked Trail sounded both exciting and slightly irresponsible but then again wasn't I
25:34 here to break free from my mundane routine sure why not I agreed the next morning we set off just as the sun began to Peak over the mountaintops the trail was everything Dave promised untouched Beauty wild flowers in full bloom and the kind of Serenity you can't find in the city we exchanged stories along the way he told me about his travels and I regaled him with Tales of corporate life much to his feigned horror man I'd rather wrestle a bear than sit through a budget meeting he joked trust me sometimes they feel like the same thing I quipped back about 3 hours in we reached a clearing with a
26:19 breathtaking view of the valley below it was the perfect spot for a lunch break as we unpacked our sandwiches I noticed a faint smell something musky and out of place do you smell that I asked Dave sniffed the air could be a dead animal nearby Nature's Way of recycling we finished our lunch and decided to head back before the afternoon sun made the return trip unbearable as we descended I spotted something unusual among the trees a piece of bright fabric fluttering gently in the breeze hold on a second I said stepping off the trail to investigate pushing aside some branches I Came Upon a small campsite but it wasn't occupied
27:04 in fact it looked like it hadn't been for some time the tent was collapsed and belongings were scattered halfhazard among them was a backpack with a University logo I didn't recognize this is odd Dave murmured joining me doesn't look like an animal did this a chill ran through me not from fear but from a nagging sense that something was very wrong maybe we should report this when we get back I suggested yeah probably just someone who left in a hurry Dave replied but his tone lacked conviction we continued on but the jovial mood had dissipated the forest once inviting and warm now felt oppressive the canopy seemed thicker the
27:51 Shadows darker every snap of a twig echoed louder than before did you hear that I whispered probably just Wildlife Dave said though his eyes scanned the trees intently minutes later we stumbled upon another unsettling scene a hunting rifle propped against a tree next to a pair of boots neatly placed side by side no hunter in sight this doesn't feel right I said firmly we need to get back Dave nodded agreed letun pick up the pace as as we hurried along the trail a figure emerged ahead of us a man in worn out clothes his face obscured by a ragged hat he
28:36 carried a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder afternoon he greeted us with a crooked smile out for a hike just heading back to Camp Dave replied cautiously beautiful day for it the man said his eyes locking onto mine there was something unsettling about his gaze intense and unblinking well we should be on our way I said attempting to move past him don't rush off he said stepping to block our path not many folks come this way be ashamed not to have a little chat my heart rate quickened maybe another time I insisted he dropped the duffel bag and as it hit the ground something metallic clanked inside I insist he growled Dave moved
29:24 between us look we're just trying to get back before dark afraid of what comes out at night the man sneered without warning he pulled a knife from his belt hand over your packs take it easy Dave said raising his hands we'll give you whatever you want I fumbled to remove my backpack my fingers numb with fear suddenly Dave lunged at the man knocking him off balance run he shouted at me Frozen for a split second I watched as the two struggled the man slashed Wild L and Dave dodged Landing a solid punch to the attacker's jaw snapping back to reality I grabbed a fallen branch and rushed to help swinging the branch I struck the man's arm causing him to drop the knife Dave
30:12 kicked it away but the man was relentless he tackled Dave to the ground and they rolled perilously close to the edge of a steep incline help me Dave shouted I reached out to grab him but the man grabbed my leg pulling me down we tumbled down the slope crashing through bushes and over rocks when we finally stopped pain shot through my entire body dazed I looked around Dave Lay a few feet away unmoving the man groaned somewhere behind me ignoring the Searing pain in my ankle I crawled over to Dave a deep gash ran across his forehead and his breathing was shallow Dave hang in there I urged footsteps approached the man was back on his feet a crazed look in his eyes
30:58 you shouldn't have done that he snarled desperate I searched for something anything to defend us my hand closed around a sharp piece of shale as he Advanced I threw it at him hitting him Square in the face he screamed clutching his eye seizing the moment I hauled Dave up draping his arm over my shoulder we have to move I told him we stumbled through the forest branches whipping against our faces behind us the man's curses echoed the terrain was unforgiving each step Agony for both of us my ankle throbbed but adrenaline kept me going there's a ranger station nearby Dave mumbled weakly which way I asked he pointed vaguely to the east navigating
31:45 by The Fading sunlight I adjusted our course the sounds of pursuit grew fainter but I knew we weren't safe yet after what felt like hours a small cabin came into view relief washed over me we made it to the ranger station I banged on the door frantically an older man opened it his eyes widening at the sight of us what happened there's a man he attacked us my friend is hurt I panted get inside quickly he helped us in and locked the door sit down he instructed grabbing a first aid kit as he tended to Dave's wounds I recounted the ordeal the ranger whose name name was Bill listened intently you're not the first to have a
32:32 runin with him Bill said Gravely you know this guy I asked been reports of missing hikers in these parts we suspect it's the work of a Drifter named Lucas Shaw used to be a hunting guide before well before something went wrong upstairs why isn't he caught yet I demanded Bill sighed these mountains are vast he knows them better than anyone but don't worry I'll radio for help he reached for his radio but all we got was static damn it the Signal's dead must be the solar flares acting up a loud bang rattled the door he's here I whispered Bill grabbed a rifle from the wall stay back another bang and the wood started
33:17 to Splinter You Can't Hide forever Lucas shouted from outside is there another way out I asked urgently through the back but it's a drop down to the river Bill replied a crash echoed as Lucas broke a window his arm reaching in to unlock the door without thinking I grabbed a heavy Lantern and smashed it down on his arm he yelped in pain go now Bill ordered I helped Dave up and we moved toward the back door Bill covered us aiming the rifle at the door as we reached the back the sound of wood giving way signaled Lucas's entry I'm going to make you pay he screamed we burst out the back door and were greeted by a sheer drop to a
34:03 raging River below we can't jump that I exclaimed there's no choice Dave muttered better the river than him behind us footsteps closed in without further hesitation I tightened my grip on Dave and leaped the cold water engulfed us the current pulling us Downstream I struggled to keep our heads above water we were tossed and turned battered against rocks just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer the river spat us out onto a shallow Bank gasping for air I dragged us onto dry land looking around there was no sign of Lucas the forest here was different denser but somehow less threatening think we lost him I said
34:48 between breaths Sirens pierced the air through the trees lights approached Park Rangers and police officers emerged are you Graham Sterling one of them asked yes I replied bewildered how did you find us got a call from Bill he managed to get a signal after you left the officer explained Dave needs medical attention I said pointing to him Medics rushed over attending to his injuries did you apprehend Lucas I inquired the officer's expression darkened we found bill at the station he's he's gone no sign of Lucas a knot formed in my stomach we have to find him he's dangerous we're organizing a search the
35:34 officer assured me days later after giving my statement and ensuring Dave was on the mend I prepared to leave ban as I packed up my RV a detective approached me Mr Sterling thought you'd want to know we found a campsite in the woods looks like Lucas had been living there for months found evidence linking him to several missing persons cases did you care catch him I asked he shook his head not yet but with the evidence we've gathered we know more about him turns out Lucas Shaw was once a respected hunting guide lost his family in a tragic accident up here years ago never recovered from it started luring hikers Into the Wilderness a chill passed over me so he's still out there we'll find him the
36:21 detective promised in the meantime take care of yourself as I drove away from bam The Majestic mountains in my rearview mirror seemed less inviting than when I arrived the open road ahead was a welcome sight Lucas Shaw's photograph was plastered across news outlets a reminder of how quickly Paradise can turn perilous the authorities continued their search but he remained elusive I never expected my quest for tranquility to thrust me into a nightmare orchestrated by a man tormented by his own demons the Wilderness holds many Secrets some darker than the Shadows of the deepest
37:09 Woods my name's Owen Gallagher and back in 2017 I decided to take my RV out to the Great Smoky Mountains in Tennessee for a much needed Escape after years of working as a paramedic in Nashville I figured some Solitude in nature might help clear my head I was wasn't looking for anything fancy just me my RV and the open road the drive was smooth the kind that makes you appreciate cruise control and good coffee I arrived at a quaint little Campground nestled between dense forests and winding Trails the air was crisp tinged with the scent of Pine and Earth I parked my RV in a spot that offered a panoramic view of the mountains as I set up camp a couple of
37:55 fellow campers waved hello a middle-aged couple named Linda and Frank who were traveling cross country friendly folks but I was here for Solitude that evening I sat by the campfire poking at the Embers while sipping on a cold beer the Stars overhead were a dazzling display free from the city's light pollution I thought about the countless nights I'd spent rushing through city streets Sirens blaring and here I was enveloped in peace maybe I should have done this sooner I mused aloud chuckling at my own procrastination the next morning I decided to explore one of the Lesser known Trails I'd heard about from a park ranger a path that promised waterfalls
38:41 and maybe even some Wildlife sightings as I geared up with my backpack and a trusty walking stick Linda called out heading out early huh yeah figured I'd beat the crowd I replied be careful out there Frank added these Trails can get tricky I nodded and set off the sound of gravel crunching under my boots the trail was everything I'd hoped for Serene shaded and alive with the sounds of nature Birds chirped overhead and occasionally a squirrel would Dart across the path after about an hour I reached a clearing with a small waterfall cascading into a Crystal Clear Pool I sat on a rock took off my boots and dipped my feet into the icy
39:27 water it was rejuvenating as I rested I noticed carvings on a nearby tree they weren't the usual John loves Mary kind of Engravings these were symbols circles intersecting with lines surrounded by what looked like ancient runes must be some local art project I thought still they gave me an odd feeling like when you hear a joke that doesn't quite land but you laugh anyway out of politeness shrugging It Off I continued along the trail deciding to make a loop back to the campground about halfway back the forest grew denser the canopy above thickened allowing only specks of sunlight to pierce through the sounds of birds and rustling leaves faded replaced
40:13 by an eerie silence I checked my watch 2: p.m. plenty of daylight left but the atmosphere felt off I pressed on but the path seemed less defined after another 20 minutes I I realized I wasn't on the trail anymore great job Owen I muttered first time out and you get lost I pulled out my map and Compass trying to orient myself as I stood there I heard a rustling behind me hello I called out hoping it was another hiker no response probably just an animal I decided to keep moving in what I believed was the right direction after a few minutes I came across another tree with those strange symbols carved into it except
41:00 this time there was something else a crude drawing of a figure stick-like but with elongated arms well that's not creepy at all I joked to myself trying to shake off the unease maybe some teenagers messing around I took a picture with my phone thinking it might make for an interesting conversation later as I moved forward the rustling sounds grew more frequent I felt as if I was being watched every so often I'd catch a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision but whenever I turned there was nothing all right time to head back I decided picking up the pace I retraced my steps or at least I thought I did after what felt like an eternity I
41:47 stumbled upon a small clearing in the center was a makeshift campsite an old tent torn and weathered with belongings strewn about approaching cautiously I noticed clothes a backpack and even a pair of hiking boots dust covered and neglected I rifled through the backpack finding a wallet inside was an ID Mark Henderson from Asheville dated 3 years prior what happened to you Mark I whispered no signs of a struggle but the place looked abandoned in a hurry a sudden snap of a twig jolted me upright I turned to see a man standing at the edge of the clearing he was tall and gaunt with unkempt hair and a beard that
42:32 looked like it hadn't been trimmed in years his clothes were tattered and he held a hunting knife stained with something dark didn't mean to trespass I stammered raising my hand slightly just got lost on the trail he stared at me unblinking not many people come this way he finally said his voice raspy yeah well first time for everything I attempted a weak smile I'll just be on my way he stepped closer found anything interesting his eyes darted to the backpack in my hands just trying to find my way back thought there might be a map he tilted his head a smirk forming on his lips Maps won't
43:19 help you here the tension was palpable my heart pounded as I calculated my options all right then I'll just head back the way I came he chuckled softly you city folks are always in such a rush without warning he lunged at me the knife aimed straight from my chest Instinct took over I dodged feeling the blade graze my arm pain seared through me but adrenaline kept me moving I swung my backpack at him hitting his face and causing him to stumble I bolted into the woods branches whipping against my face behind me I could hear his footsteps heavy and Relentless you can't run forever he shouted spotting a Fallen Tree ahead I ducked behind it trying to
44:05 catch my breath blood trickled down my arm the cut deeper than I'd realized I tore a piece of my shirt to wrap the wound the forest was silent again but I knew he was close minutes passed then a whisper why make this difficult I needed a plan remembering my phone I pulled it out no signal of course I muttered but the flashlight function still worked an idea formed picking up a rock I tossed it into the bushes opposite me the rustling drew his attention there you are he yelled moving toward the noise using the distraction I took off in the other direction the terrain was rough and my legs achd but fear pushed me forward in the distance I saw a
44:51 structure an old Ranger Station perhaps salvation reach reaching the building I found the door locked desperate I smashed a window with my elbow pain shooting up but urgency overriding it I climbed inside Landing amidst broken glass the interior was Dusty filled with old equipment and a radio I ran to the radio frantically turning knobs static then a faint voice park services over hello this is Owen Gallagher I'm at I glanced around for any identifying markers an old ranger station near the East Trails I'm being attacked please send help repeat we can't hear you clearly I'm being hunted by a man he's trying to kill me before I could get a
45:37 response the door crashed open the man stood there a wild look in his eyes thought you could hide I grabbed a metal rod leaning against the wall stay back he laughed or what you'll poke me he charged I swung the rod connecting with his forearm he dropped the knife cursing seizing the moment I tackled him both of us crashing to the floor we grappled his hands clawing at my face I headbutted him dazing him briefly scrambling to my feet I grabbed the knife don't make me use this he sneered you don't have it in you Sirens wailed in the distance a sound I'd heard countless times but never been so grateful for his
46:24 expression shifted to one of panic looks like times up I said he lunged once more but this time I was ready I Sid stepped and using his momentum pushed him into a cabinet he hit his head and collapsed moments later Park Rangers burst through the door guns drawn hands where we can see them I dropped the knife raising my hands he's the one you want I nodded toward the unconscious man they secured him checking his vitals one of the Rangers approached me you all right been better I admitted holding my injured arm as they escorted us out I noticed other officers exploring the area over the
47:10 next few hours details emerged the man was Jacob Miller a recluse who'd been living off the grid he was suspected in multiple disappearances over the past few years hikers who ventured too far off the beaten path back at the campground around paramedics patched me up Linda and Frank approached concern etched on their faces we heard what happened are you okay yeah thanks to the Rangers Frank shook his head we always stick to the main Trails you never know what's out there lesson learned I replied a week later authorities discovered more campsites like the one I'd stumbled upon personal belongings IDs even sh allow
47:57 Graves Jacob Miller had been a predator hiding in plain sight his crimes unnoticed in the vastness of the mountains as for me I returned to Nashville with a new appreciation for the hustle and bustle of City Life Nature's peace was alluring but it harbored Secrets I wasn't keen on uncovering again my name is Leander Whitlock and back in 2015 I drove my RV up to the remote corners of the tongus National Forest in Alaska I've always found peace Among The Cedars and hemlocks a far cry from the spreadsheets and conference calls that usually consume my
48:44 life after years of crunching numbers as an actuary I decided I deserved a break a real one this time not just a weekend binge watching documentaries about places I'd rather be so I packed up my RV with enough supplies to last a month figuring that some Solitude might help me reset besides what's the worst that could happen in The Great Outdoors it's just trees and squirrels right the drive up was breathtaking glaciers glinted Under the Sun and the air was so crisp it felt like inhaling pure Clarity I set up camp near a Serene Lake its surface so still it looked like a giant mirror reflecting the endless sky the nearest town was miles away and that was exactly
49:29 the point on my second day I decided to try my hand at fishing armed with a brand new Rod that still had the price tag dangling from it I headed to the lake casting the line I felt a strange sense of accomplishment that is until I realized I'd forgotten bait well Leander you're a real catch I chuckled to myself dark humor was always my go to even when the joke was on me as the sun began to dip painting the sky with Hues of orange and purple I heard rustling from the tree line probably just a deer or maybe a particularly clumsy squirrel ignoring it I continued my feudal fishing attempt the rustling grew
50:15 louder and curiosity got the better of me I turned around half expecting to see some Wildlife ready to mock my angling skills instead I saw a man emerging from the Shadows he was tall and lean wearing a tattered flannel shirt and jeans stained with what looked like mud or something else his beard was unkempt and his eyes had a wild glint to them evening he rped hey there I replied trying to sound casual while every Instinct screamed at me to be on guard beautiful night isn't it he didn't answer just stared at me for an uncomfortably long time time you alone out here he finally asked
51:01 just me and the fish that refus to be caught I said with a weak laugh you from around here he took a few steps closer you could say that these Woods have been my home for as long as I can remember must know all the best spots then any tips for a novice fisherman I was aiming for friendly banter but his demeanor was as cold as the Alaskan ice he smirked sometimes it's not about catching fish sometimes it's about not being caught yourself that's one way to look at it I mumbled well I should probably head back to my RV before it gets too dark he nodded slowly smart move nights can get
51:47 dangerous around here I gathered my things and made a brisk walk back to the campsite feeling his gaze piercing the back of my head the entire way back at the RV I locked the doors and windows a sudden urgency gripping Me Maybe isolation wasn't all it was cracked up to be that night sleep evaded me every Creek of the RV seemed Amplified around midnight I heard footsteps outside slow deliberate steps crunching the fallen leaves peering through the small window I saw nothing but Darkness then a whisper echoed barely audible but unmistakable Leander my heart pounded how did he know my name I was sure I hadn't mentioned it
52:35 grabbing the nearest thing that could serve as a weapon a cast iron skillet I stood by the door muscles tense minutes passed and the footsteps faded away maybe it was just my mind playing tricks after all Solitude can do that right I convinced myself it was the wind and finally drifted into a Restless SLE sleep the next morning I decided to move Camp as I packed up I noticed something chilling Footprints circling the RV they were deep and erratic as if someone had been pacing all night a shiver ran down my spine driving further into the forest I found a new spot near a flowing river the sound of the water was soothing and
53:21 I felt a bit more at ease determined not to let one odd encounter ruin my trip I went for a hike taking in the Majestic Beauty around me about an hour into the trail I stumbled upon an old dilapidated cabin curiosity nudged me forward the door was a jar and the interior was as Grim as you'd expect rusted tools a rickety table and walls adorned with deep scratch marks then I saw it a bulletin board plastered with newspaper clippings stepping closer I read the headline missing hikers baffle authorities unsolved murders plague tongas Forest local man suspected but never charged beneath the clippings were photographs
54:08 candid shots of people who judging by the dates had vanished over the past decade my blood ran cold when I saw a freshly pinned photo of me fishing by the lake a floorboard creaked behind me spinning around Skillet raised I faced the man from last night night I see you found my little Gallery he said a Sinister grin spreading across his face what is this I demanded trying to keep my voice steady memories he replied trophies of my time spent with visitors like you I edged toward the door but he blocked my path now now leaving so soon we haven't even started without thinking I swung the skillet it connected with
54:54 his shoulder and he let out a grunt not of pain but of amusement feisty one aren't you he lunged at me and we both crashed onto the splintered floor the skillet slipped from my grasp his hands wrapped around my throat his grip tightening spots danced before my eyes as I struggled beneath his weight desperate my fingers searched the floor until they closed around A Shard of glass from a broken picture frame summoning every ounce of strength I drove it into his arm he howled recoiling just enough for me to shove him off gasping for air I scrambled to my feet and bolted out the door the dense forest that once felt like a sanctuary now seemed like a maze designed to trap me branches tore at my
55:39 clothes as I raced through the underbrush behind me his footsteps pounded getting closer you can't run forever he shouted watch me I yelled back adrenaline fueling my Escape bursting into a clearing I spotted another RV parked near a makeshift campsite two hikers were preparing lunch oblivious to the chaos unfolding help he's trying to kill me I screamed they looked up confusion turning to alarm as they saw the blood on my neck and the terror in my eyes one of them a Burly man with a thick beard stood up what the hell is going on before I could answer the maniac emerged from the trees he's crazy I shouted he's killed people the
56:25 Burly man squared his shoulders buddy you need to back off the killer sneered this doesn't concern you like hell it doesn't the second hiker a woman with sharp eyes said as she reached into their RV and pulled out a flare gun leave now or we'll make you for a moment the killer assessed the situation then with a twisted smile he retreated into the woods this isn't over Leander he called out before disappearing among the trees my knees buckled and I collapsed to the ground the couple rushed over you're safe now the woman assured me let's get you inside and clean you up inside their RV I recounted everything between gulps of water they introduced themselves as
57:12 Victor and Elena seasoned campers who'd been exploring the Alaskan Wilderness for years we've heard rumors about people going missing Victor said grimly but we never thought we need to contact the authorities Elena insisted there's no signal out here Victor replied wek have to drive to the nearest Ranger Station a sudden thud against the side of the RV silenced us the windows shattered as rocks Came Crashing through he's back I shouted Victor grabbed a hunting knife from his pack stay here he ordered are you insane Elena hissed we need to stay together another rock smashed through nly missing Elena's head
57:58 we can't just sit here Victor argued heun trying to flush us out I realized we need to make a run for it Gathering what we could we dashed out of the RV and headed toward Victor and Elena's truck as we ran the killer appeared brandishing an axe with blood stains that hinted at its Grim history he charged at us and Victor met him head on the two grappled the axe swinging dangerously close go Victor shouted at him us Elena hesitated I'm not leaving you Elena we have to help him I urged she nodded and together we searched for anything that could tip the scales spotting a fallen Branch I picked it up and swung at the killer striking his back he stumbled giving Victor the
58:44 opening he needed to plunge the knife into the attacker's side the killer let out an agonized scream but didn't go down instead he turned his Fury toward me before he could advance Elena fired the flare gun the flare struck his chest igniting his shirt Flames licked up his torso as he thrashed wildly let's go Victor yelled we didn't need to be told twice piling into the truck we sped off the figure of The Burning Man shrinking in the rearview mirror the road was rough but Victor navigated it with practice skill after what felt like an eternity we reached the ranger station bursting inside we relayed our heroin tail to the stunned officers they immediately dispatched a
59:30 team to investigate days later the authorities confirmed our accounts they found the charred remains of the cabin and Unearthed shallow Graves nearby each containing the remains of missing hikers and campers the media dubbed the killer the tongas Phantom a predator who had eluded capture for years in the aftermath I learned more about him his name was Silas Crowe a former Wilderness guide who went off the grid after a personal tragedy twisted his psyche he believed the forest was his domain and anyone who entered was fair game the realization that I had narrowly escaped a serial killer was sobering Victor and Elena became unexpected friends bonded by the ordeal
1:00:16 we promised to keep in touch perhaps meet again under less terrifying circumstances as for me I returned to my life with a newfound appreciation for the mundane the spreadsheets didn't seem so suffocating anymore yet every so often when I catch a whiff of pine or hear the rustle of leaves I'm reminded of that fateful trip to the tongas national forest and the man who believed he owned it my name is Victor Langley and back in 2018 I decided to take take my RV up to Glacier National Park in Montana being a freelance photographer had its perks I
1:01:03 could work anywhere and I had a penchant for capturing untouched Landscapes I thought a solo trip would not only boost my portfolio but also give me a much needed break from City Life I'd been on the road for a few days enjoying the Serene beauty of the mountains and the crisp clean air the park was less crowded than usual which was perfect for someone like me who enjoyed Solitude I set up camp near a quiet spot overlooking a glacial Lake The View was postcard perfect and I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought that my friends were stuck in cubicles while I had this paradise all to myself guess the early bird really does get the worm or in this case the perfect shot I mused to myself
1:01:49 after a day of hiking and snapping photos I returned to my RV to find a note pinned to the door it read beautiful place isn't it be careful out here no signature nothing else I glanced around but saw no one it struck me as odd but I Shrugged it off thinking it was probably some locals way of being friendly or maybe trying to Spook the tourists either way I wasn't going to let it ruin my mood the next morning I headed to a nearby Trail recommended by a ranger i' chatted with earlier you'll find some rare Wildlife if you're lucky he' said as I treed deeper into the forest the trees seemed to close in around me the sounds of birds and
1:02:36 rustling leaves provided a soothing soundtrack and I felt at ease about an hour into the hike I came across an old weathered cabin it wasn't on any map I had and I hadn't heard anyone mention it curiosity got the better of me I approached the cabin noticing that the door was slightly ajar probably abandoned I thought still I knocked no answer I pushed the door gently and it creaked open inside the cabin was cluttered with various trinkets old lanterns fishing gear and Dusty furniture on a table lay a collection of photographs I picked one up and felt a chill run down my spine it was a picture of me setting up my RV
1:03:21 another showed me hiking earlier that day this can't be I whispered my mind raced someone had been watching me documenting my every move I heard footsteps outside panicking I quickly placed the photo back and hid behind a large cabinet the door swung open and a man walked in humming an offkey tune he was tall with unkempt hair and wearing a worn out flannel shirt he carried a hunting knife on his belt and had a rifle slung over his shoulder got some good shots today he mumbled to himself s laying down a camera on the table my camera I instinctively felt for my backpack it was gone how had he taken it without me noticing my heart pounded so loudly I
1:04:08 was sure he could hear it he started flipping through the photos on the camera chuckling you have a good eye he said aloud as if speaking to me directly shame you'll be leaving so soon I needed to get out of there slowly I inched toward the back door keeping my eyes on him just as I reached for the door knob it squeaked he turned abruptly who's there he demanded his jovial demeanor Vanishing thinking quickly I said just a lost hiker didn't mean to intrude I stepped out from behind the cabinet hands raised he eyed me suspiciously lost huh these Woods aren't safe for people who don't know their way I forced a laugh tell me about it I must
1:04:56 have taken a wrong turn somewhere he glanced at the camera and then back at me you take good pictures thanks I replied cautiously I actually came looking for wildlife to photograph Wildlife you say he smirked sometimes the most dangerous creatures aren't animals I swallowed hard well I should probably get going before it gets dark he blocked the doorway I'm afraid I can't let you do that my mind raced for a way out why is that I asked trying to keep my voice steady he tapped the knife on his belt you see folks around here don't take kindly to trespassers I needed to distract him I
1:05:41 didn't see any no trespassing signs maybe I can make it up to you I have some supplies back at my RV food even some good coffee he seemed to consider this coffee huh been a while since I had a decent cut up absolutely I said seizing the opportunity let's head over and I'll Brew you the best cup you've had in years he nodded slowly all right but no funny business of course not I assured him we walked back toward my campsite and I tried to keep the conversation light so do you live out here all alone he glanced at me been out here for years the forest provides everything I need must be peaceful I commented he chuckled you'd be
1:06:29 surprised we arrived at my RV and I gestured for him to take a seat outside I'll just grab the coffee from inside he stood by the door I'll come with you sure I said trying to hide my unease inside the RV I began preparing the coffee all the while plotting my Escape if I could just get him to lower his guard mind if I use the restroom he asked go ahead I replied pointing him in the right direction as soon as he was out of sight I grabbed my keys and quietly opened the driver's side door just as I was about to start the engine he appeared in the doorway eyes wild going somewhere he snarled I didn't answer I turned the key and the engine
1:07:15 roared to life he lunged at me but I hit the gas causing him to stumble backward the RV sped down the makeshift path bouncing over rocks and roots in the rear view mirror I saw him scrambling to his feet a furious expression on his face my relief was shortlived up ahead the path was blocked by Fallen trees I hadn't noticed them on my way in it was a trap Panic set in as I realized he had orchestrated this I reversed the RV trying to find another way out suddenly a loud bang echoed through the air and the side mirror shattered he was shooting at me this guy really doesn't want me to leave I muttered trying to inject some dark
1:08:00 humor into the dire situation spotting a narrow trail to the left I decided to take a chance the RV barely fit between the trees branches scraping against the sides like fingernails on a chalkboard I winced at the sound but kept going after what felt like an eternity the dense forest began to thin I burst onto a paved Road much to my relief I didn't stopped driving until I reached a ranger station several miles away I stumbled inside out of breath there's a man out there he attacked me I managed to say the Rangers exchanged glances calm down and tell us what happened one of them said I recounted the events and they listened intently when I mentioned the
1:08:47 cabin one of the Rangers frowned there's no cabin out there at least none that's supposed to be occupied another Ranger ch Ed in we've had reports of missing hikers in that area they immediately dispatched a team to investigate I insisted on going with them to point out the location as we arrived the cabin looked eerily quiet the door was closed no signs of Life the Rangers approached cautiously weapons drawn they signaled for me to stay back after a few tense minutes they emerged place is empty one of them said but you need to see this inside the cabin had been cleared out no photos no belongings nothing it was as
1:09:32 if no one had ever lived there he was here I insisted he had photos of me of others one of the Rangers found a hidden trapo beneath a rug opening it revealed a Cellar filled with personal items backpacks clothing cameras all belonging to different people this doesn't look good a ranger muttered they continued to search and found a map marked with various locations around the park these are campsites I pointed out he might be targeting more people the Rangers called for backup and began collecting evidence as we exited the cabin a chilling thought struck me he knew you'd come I said that's why he left don't worry a ranger assured me
1:10:21 we'll find him over the next few days the park was closed as authorities conducted a thorough search they discovered more hidden spots a network of cabins and tunnels it became clear that the man had been operating in the area for years preying on unsuspecting campers and hikers the news reported on the glacer park Predator warning people to stay vigilant they found several bodies in Shallow Graves bringing a grim end to the search for some missing persons I was asked to give a statement and help identify the items found it was a sobering experience realizing how close I came to becoming another statistic one afternoon as I was packing up to leave the area for good a detective approached me we found
1:11:07 something you might want to see he said he handed me a photograph a picture of the man much younger standing with a group of Park Rangers his name is Thomas hail the detective explained former Ranger who went off the grid after being suspected of misconduct why wasn't he caught before I asked he was clever knew the land better than anyone the detective replied used his knowledge to avoid capture I nodded absorbing the information so what's next we'll keep searching but with the terrain and his skills it won't be easy I left Montana the next day the events weighing heavily on my mind as I crossed state lines I couldn't help but think of
1:11:55 the others who weren't as lucky The Experience had been harrowing but I was grateful to have made it out alive several months later I received a call from the detective we got him he said simply that's a relief I replied he was found trying to set up another cabin in a different Park the detective continued he's in custody now good to hear I said feeling a sense of closure the whole ordeal had been surreal like something out of a thriller novel but it was real and it was over as for Thomas hail he was charged with multiple counts and the evidence was overwhelming the families of the victims finally got some answers though it could
1:12:41 never bring their loved ones back I returned to my photography choosing subjects a bit closer to civilization after all as much as I loved the Solitude of nature I figured there was something to be said for the safety of crowds and maybe just maybe the best shots were the ones that didn't come with a side of danger my name's Leonard Blake and this took place in 2019 just outside Waterton Lakes National Park on the Canadian side of the border the mountains had been calling me out for years but this was the first time I had the freedom to just drive my RV out here park and let the
1:13:28 Wilderness drown out the noise of City Life 45 single no kids and for once in my life no one to answer to it was Heaven or so I thought I just didn't expect that I'd be standing so close to hell too the park was almost deserted it was late in the season chilly but not too cold with fewer visitors than I'd hoped but for a guy looking to get away from everything I didn't mind The Emptiness my RV was parked in a spot a little away from the main camping ground under the shadows of the Towering Pines and surrounded by the scent of damp Earth and fallen leaves by the second day though I noticed something was off in the distance I saw
1:14:14 a couple of crows circling something near an old hiking trail not a big deal out here but there was an unusual energy around it I decided to follow the path and check things out maybe I was just looking for a distraction but curiosity is a strange thing when you're alone in the woods after a few minutes hike I found what
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