Gather round, gather round, my friends.

It's time to tell some spooky stories by The Campfire.

Welcome back to The Swamp, my friends.

It's good to see you made it back for another episode.

Today I'm going to be sharing some creepy and allegedly true, Appalachian Trail Horror

Stories.

As always, if you have a story that you would like to share in a future video, be sure to

submit it at swampdweller.net or the email you can find in the description down below.

I'd love to share your story with everyone here in the swamp.

It's stories like yours to help keep this show going.

Now, without further ado, let's get into these creepy and allegedly true, Appalachian

Trail Horror Stories that will probably keep you from hiking in the near future.

I loved camping.

I used to spend every waking moment either camping or planning a camping trip.

I loved being outdoors away from the suffocating, mundanity of everyday events, the first

world problem, so to speak.

I used to do a hardcore too, making shelters instead of taking a tent, drinking from mountain

streams, hunting, and setting traps for our food.

On April of last year, two friends and I departed on a four-night hiking and camping trip

on the Appalachian Trail.

With loads more than 50 pounds, we marched 20 miles into the lush, green hills before

reaching our first major water source, a long strip of tranquil, clear water set in a

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