Hello Redditors, I want to share a story that has remained the scariest real-life experience I’ve ever had. It all started when I was 13, and my cousin Destiny was 14. We were headed to a small water park campground that we visited often with our older cousin Kara, who was about 25 at the time. Kara had a friend named Ethan, who rented a campsite for the whole summer. Our plan was to swim for a bit and then grab dinner at the camper.
After swimming, it was around 6 o’clock when Destiny and I washed our hair in the free showers, preparing to put in some purple highlights with the Splat hair dye we had brought along. Our parents had forbidden us from dyeing our hair at home, so we thought we would be a bit rebellious and do it anyway.
Once our hair was done, we headed back to the camper to wait for Kara and Ethan, who were preparing a classic meal of hot dogs and potato chips. After eating and snapping some cringy photos of our new hair colors, the sun began to set, and Destiny and I decided to take a walk around the pond that encircled the campground.
The path was dimly lit by moonlight and a few streetlights scattered about. As we approached the small bridge over the pond, we noticed a group of older teenagers—maybe 16 to 18 years old—sitting on the picnic tables nearby. They were smoking cigarettes and weed, and as we walked by, they began to call out to us, inviting us to join them. “Come hang out, we don’t bite,” they said, but there was something about their tone that felt off. We politely declined and kept walking.
A few minutes later, as we stretched our legs and chatted, we turned to see the group of teens following us down the path. Panic began to set in when I noticed they were getting closer, and I told Destiny to text Kara. But as luck would have it, there was no service amidst the valley surrounding the pond. We picked up our pace, casting nervous glances back as the boys began to catcall us, saying things like, “Slow down, we just want to hang out,” and “We’re not going to hurt you.”
This was no longer a fun outing; fear surged through us as we continued walking. The group was now clearly visible behind us, and they had begun to shine flashlights in our direction. Even worse, some of them started jogging towards us. My heart raced as we turned and took off running, desperate to reach the water park facilities just ahead. The sounds of their voices echoed behind us, heightening our adrenaline and fear.
After what felt like an eternity, we spotted the bathrooms and shower rooms just outside the chain link fence bordering the water park entrance. We dashed inside, stumbled into a shower stall, and pulled the curtain shut, feeling both terrified and relieved to find a momentary refuge. Sitting on the bench inside, we hugged our knees and covered our mouths to stifle our cries.
Destiny managed to pull out her phone and miraculously found one bar of service. She sent Kara a frantic text detailing our predicament, informing her that we were being followed and hiding in the bathroom. A minute passed, and all we could hear was the unsettling sound of flashlights flickering beneath the curtain, along with the coaxing voices of the boys outside. We held our breath, praying they wouldn’t come in.
Finally, we heard the faint rumble of a vehicle approaching. It was Kara’s old Chevy Blazer. When we heard her call out for us, we flew out of the stall and into the back seat. Kara and Ethan were visibly worried, asking what had happened. We explained everything, and though they hadn’t seen the group, they quickly decided to confront them.
Kara threw the car into drive and went back to where the boys were lingering, now with their flashlights off. As we pulled up, they scattered, but Ethan leapt out of the car and began yelling at them. Kara was right behind him, fiercely confronting them, shouting, “You think it’s funny to chase girls around in the dark? What is wrong with you?”
We remained in the car, hearts pounding, but utterly relieved to be safe. After a few exchanges of angry words, the boys retreated, leaving the scene. Kara turned the car around, and we drove back to the camper, shaken but safe. We gathered our things quickly and left the campground soon after, our minds racing with what had just occurred.
Destiny and I never walked alone in the dark again after that experience. Whether the group of teens was simply trying to scare us or had worse intentions, they made us feel like prey in the dark. I can’t help but wonder what might have happened if we hadn’t had that bar of service or if we hadn’t found that shower stall to hide in.
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