I Camped Alone at Bear Ridge. The Thing That Found Me Wasn’t Human.

I went camping alone to clear my head. No phone. No people. Just firelight and forest. But that first night, the woods went silent—and something started circling my tent.

The claw marks. The moss prints. The thing that never stepped into the light.

I don’t know what followed me out of Bear Ridge… but it’s not gone.

If you like survival horror, creature stories, and firelight paranoia, this one’s for you.