Ah, it's nearly fall, and that means cool air and the perfect time to go camping.

Just be sure to keep an eye and ear on your surroundings.

Keep in mind that goats cannot talk.

Welcome back to unexplained encounters.

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Enjoy these allegedly true scary camping stories and tales about disturbing things found

by hunters.

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Break Room.

Now, let's begin.

My Great Grandmother's 18th Century Horror Story from John 343.

When many of us think of the 1800s, we tend to think of those cheesy, rhinestone cowboy

TV shows.

We don't consider just how terrifying it truly was to be alive at the time.

I was born in 1959.

I didn't meet my Great Grandmother until I was around 7, so it would have been 1966,

I believe.

My Great Grandmother, who at the time was around 1998, was a very sweet and kind little old

lady.

She dressed the way that I had seen people dress on Bonanza.

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