Camping

a reply to: KTemplar

Do you know if perhaps there was a 'group' of some sort camping there at the same time?
I think I would have tried to locate the origin of the sound but I can be foolish so.

Here's some interesting threads, in my opinion, about things that can go on in the woods.

www.abovetopsecret.com...
www.abovetopsecret.com...

It would be interesting to know when and if you decide to return.

a reply to: TNMockingbird


Thank you everyone, I appreciate every reply, as I would really love to go camping again, but
Feel I couldn't without the whole family now.

I'm going to read all of the information.

I had a group of 4 men, 1 woman, and 1 child show up real late on night 1.
They set up their tent at about 6:30 or so. No coolers, firewood. They were right next
To us, and they were staring over at us. My sister and I discussed it, and they made her uncomfortable.
So much so, she told me she left her keys in the ignition if we needed to get out fast; she is not one who believes in
aliens, has a hard time with believing in ghosts. She is police trained and doesn't scare easy.

The group had NY plates, and left before the sun rose the next morning. Come to think of it, I didn't sleep good that
Night either.

The only other person I encountered was a really nice lady in the bathroom who chatted with me for awhile. She later brought me over coffee and I didn't really see her again til the morning we left.

a reply to: KTemplar

Our cottage is a log cabin overlooking the Au Sable river in the Huron National Forest in Mio Michigan. One overlook stretches out for nearly 10-15 miles below the cliff and we can see the winding river below.

At times, especially at night...we can hear music, talking, laughing and some strange sounds as well. We determined that they were coming from along the river-possibly 4-5 miles downstream...or upstream that can echo for miles and miles, and in reality are nowhere near our location. It can be quite eerie at times.

The human brain as well, takes sounds it hears randomly at times and assimilates what it hears into what it thinks it is. In reality, its just echos from a long way away. But...that doesnt explain the more unsettling ones sounding like whispers and at times screams in the far far distance.

I think it can be attributed to the stillness of the forest at night...and even so, paranormally speaking...I think the mind can determine/formulate ancient sounds of Native Americans that imprinted on the forest hundreds of years ago...I believe that.

1:30-4:30 a.m. are good times to hear these before the morning birds begin singing.

originally posted by: mysterioustranger
a reply to: KTemplar

Our cottage is a log cabin overlooking the Au Sable river in the Huron National Forest in Mio Michigan. One overlook stretches out for nearly 10-15 miles below the cliff and we can see the winding river below.

At times, especially at night...we can hear music, talking, laughing and some strange sounds as well. We determined that they were coming from along the river-possibly 4-5 miles downstream...or upstream that can echo for miles and miles, and in reality are nowhere near our location. It can be quite eerie at times.

The human brain as well, takes sounds it hears randomly at times and assimilates what it hears into what it thinks it is. In reality, its just echos from a long way away. But...that doesnt explain the more unsettling ones sounding like whispers and at times screams in the far far distance.

I think it can be attributed to the stillness of the forest at night...and even so, paranormally speaking...I think the mind can determine/formulate ancient sounds of Native Americans that imprinted on the forest hundreds of years ago...I believe that.

1:30-4:30 a.m. are good times to hear these before the morning birds begin singing.

Thank you for responding. The area where I was camping is rich in Native American History - I didn't even think of that.

Very interesting. That I can live with

Thank to all for the fascinating reading, I'll be reading the forest topics for hours.

a reply to: KTemplar

Hi KT, great post. Some googling offered these stories claiming paranormal affiliation with the park. The captioned excerpt below is one of a couple murders which allegedly occurred there. Not sure how this would tie into the flute, but it's good bathroom reading.

Somebody's paranormal blog from 2012

...I have some personal history with this location. I was on a school trip to Plymouth and Carver, MA during my senior year in high school in May 1976. A few of us decided to drive out to the park one evening. Frankly, it is one of the eeriest places I have ever been. I could just feel the spirit activity everywhere I turned. In fact, it was so bad I had to leave earlier than the group...there was a true bad vibration in the area. This was a year before the Ruth Masters murder. Myles Standish was a pilgrim who came to Plymouth on the Mayflower in 1620. He was known for building a fort in Plymouth, leading the attacks on the Native Americans, and starting trading with various tribes. He kept Plymouth in defense and enforced the law throughout the colony. He went on trips back to England to trade goods to bring back to Plymouth. Some time in the 1630s, he founded Duxbury, a town not far from Plymouth. The haunting in Myles Standish State Forest includes an old abandoned mental hospital that is located somewhere deep in the forest. In another part of the woods lies a lot where murders took place in the 1970s. Not a lot is said about the abandoned hospital; as for the murders, on May 14, 1977, according to the Plymouth Police Department records, a man murdered Ruth Masters (née Ruth Rydberg) while she was riding her bike alone on an isolated trail in the park. Wayne Masters and his wife Ruth were at Myles Standish State Forest, in Plymouth Mass., for a day of bicycle riding. While riding alone, on an isolated trail, Ruth Masters was attacked by Eric H. Anderson and killed. Ruth Master was knocked unconsious with a rifle, her throat was cut and her body was mutilated. The case went cold and remained unsolved.

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Thank you so much

a reply to: TheFatefulDay



We drove through most of the Forest, and came upon a road that stated no entrance, I thought it was creepy looking.

There were other parts where my son and his friend stated that it looked like Jason Voorhees lived there.

We stayed at Fearing Pond.

I used to camp at Charge Pond there 25 years ago and never had that feeling, or experience

Some areas gave me a really creeped out feeling.

a reply to: KTemplar

Ive been a "sensitive" my whole life (and part Cherokee)...and I really believe events in places, homes, areas..."imprints" or records on the surroundings...and certain people for years to come....can "pickup" these imprints.

Tragedies, suicides, eventful situations both positive and negative...cans affect the walls, trees and surroundings only to be "played back" in time to certain people.

originally posted by: mysterioustranger
a reply to: KTemplar

Ive been a "sensitive" my whole life (and part Cherokee)...and I really believe events in places, homes, areas..."imprints" or records on the surroundings...and certain people for years to come....can "pickup" these imprints.

Tragedies, suicides, eventful situations both positive and negative...cans affect the walls, trees and surroundings only to be "played back" in time to certain people.

Thank you for responding. I am sensitive, and I did think about that possibility. It just freaks me out when it happens so late while everyone is sleeping.

Thank you again

a reply to: KTemplar

How American..

Somebody plays a beautiful flute song and you reach for your gun.

a reply to: NerdGoddess

Or maybe somebody was just playing the flute.

a reply to: KTemplar

I was asleep in a forest beside Loch Ness, Scotland. It was the middle of the day, I'd been driving all night. As I awoke I became aware of the faint sound of a flute. At first I wasn't sure if I was imagining it. The sound came and went, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter. I listened for a while then got up and walked down towards the music.

As I got closer it became obvious this was real, short bursts of melody followed by silence them more melody.

I entered a clearing beside the road that follows the edge of the loch. There was a man there holding a flute. I laughingly said "I thought it was fairy music. It sounds surreal through the trees".

He looked annoyed and said, "I come here to practice where nobody can hear me".


But I wouldn't rule out a ghost memory of the past or some such thing in your case.

originally posted by: nOraKat
a reply to: NerdGoddess

Or maybe somebody was just playing the flute.

I'm thrilled that you felt the need to respond to my post, but for me, someone playing a flute, falls under "something weird happened while camping"

-Alee

originally posted by: nOraKat
a reply to: KTemplar

How American..

Somebody plays a beautiful flute song and you reach for your gun.

Was a hatchet, because any activity around my tent at 3:00am that isn't caused by me or my
Fellow campers is suspicious.

I've been lured to the woods before

originally posted by: Starcrossd
Hi!
Once many years ago I heard a flute playing in the wee hours as well. I do believe it was 3 am also but can't remember for sure. I wasn't camping but heard this ethereal 'floating' music outside my window! At the time there were no houses around us and we were pretty secluded. I had been reading a lot about portals and elven things so naturally assumed it was my mind playing tricks on me, but then I heard it a 2nd night! I went outside both nights (probably a dumb move) but never saw or heard anything else. It was really beautiful and I can see how someone may be entranced into wandering into a fairy realm.

My first thought was to investigate; then I felt like it
Would not be a good encounter.

Just sat frozen listening intently for any further movement.

You're brave for heading out; unfortunately for me I've learned
That curiosity can kill the cat

originally posted by: Kester
a reply to: KTemplar

I was asleep in a forest beside Loch Ness, Scotland. It was the middle of the day, I'd been driving all night. As I awoke I became aware of the faint sound of a flute. At first I wasn't sure if I was imagining it. The sound came and went, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter. I listened for a while then got up and walked down towards the music.

As I got closer it became obvious this was real, short bursts of melody followed by silence them more melody.

I entered a clearing beside the road that follows the edge of the loch. There was a man there holding a flute. I laughingly said "I thought it was fairy music. It sounds surreal through the trees".

He looked annoyed and said, "I come here to practice where nobody can hear me".


But I wouldn't rule out a ghost memory of the past or some such thing in your case.

That guy sounds like a jerk! Cool story though

a reply to: KTemplar



Ok now it gets weirder, I asked my son about his call log on his phone, and there
Was no outgoing call at all that night to his father?

I checked it myself, nothing.

That in itself is strange since his father called crying the next day in a panic inquiring as to whether he
was ok and claiming he received a call from him at that same time

a reply to: KTemplar

It is the "quiet times" that the mind hears things the loudest!

originally posted by: KTemplar
Went camping for a couple days in a state forest in my area,

The weather was beautiful, had a great site, no neighbors right next to us.

Saw a couple of shooting stars.

Only strange thing was being awoken at about 3:00 to sounds like someone was playing a flute. I heard it twice and thought I must be dreaming. The third time I sat straight up, reached for my weapon, and called out to my sister in the next tent. She didn't wake up. Needless to say I layed in silence for what seemed like an eternity until I convinced myself that some kid must have brought a recorder and decided to play it.

The music was beautiful, and eery at the same time.

I'm home now and exhausted.

Has anybody experienced anything like this while camping?

What you have experienced is deep meditation, and hearing the higher realms song. I have heard this many times and it never ceases to amaze me.

Congrats to your conscious glimpse into the higher vibrational state. More and more people will be experiencing these phenomena as they use senses beyond the 5 physical ones.

originally posted by: Realtruth

originally posted by: KTemplar
Went camping for a couple days in a state forest in my area,

The weather was beautiful, had a great site, no neighbors right next to us.

Saw a couple of shooting stars.

Only strange thing was being awoken at about 3:00 to sounds like someone was playing a flute. I heard it twice and thought I must be dreaming. The third time I sat straight up, reached for my weapon, and called out to my sister in the next tent. She didn't wake up. Needless to say I layed in silence for what seemed like an eternity until I convinced myself that some kid must have brought a recorder and decided to play it.

The music was beautiful, and eery at the same time.

I'm home now and exhausted.

Has anybody experienced anything like this while camping?

What you have experienced is deep meditation, and hearing the higher realms song. I have heard this many times and it never ceases to amaze me.

Congrats to your conscious glimpse into the higher vibrational state. More and more people will be experiencing these phenomena as they use senses beyond the 5 physical ones.

Thank you for your reply