You will never believe what happened.

It was a hot summer night and I was camping in the woods with three of my friends.

These woods have always been shrouded in mystery, and local folklore tales say that the forest

is haunted.

But my friends and I, feeling adventurous, decided to go camping deep in the heart of these

very woods.

We were armed with nothing but a tent, some food, and a thirst for adventure.

The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon,

and we had just finished setting up our tent for the night. We had picked a spot near a river

so we could listen to the soothing sound of the water while we were falling asleep. We spent

the evening roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories around the campfire. Little did we know we were about to experience

something far more terrifying than any of our stories. It got late and all four of us crawled into the tent

and were just getting into our sleeping bags when we heard rustling in the distance. At first,

we assumed it was just an animal. The sounds grew louder and more persistent.

We tried to ignore it and go to sleep, but the rustling turned into scratching and then tapping.

The tapping was so close it sounded like it was on the side of our tent.

My friend pointed out that it almost sounded like someone or something was trying to get our attention.

We argued with each other about who should go and check the noise.

I eventually got fed up of the arguing and got out of my sleeping bag to investigate.

I unzipped the tent and peeked outside into the darkness.

There was nothing there.

Just pitch black in the sound of the river. I shrugged it off and told my friends there was nothing there. Just pitch black in the sound of the river.

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