I remember what had happened during a camping trip about eleven years ago when I was around four years old, and yes, I can remember that far back, just another one of my gifts unfortunately. Anyway, my mom and dad had bought this used camper and they decided to bring me and my brother Pat, the brother from the other story as well if you read it. Pats around nine years older than me, so you can imagine what we have in common. Back to the story.
I don't remember much leading up to the events of what had happened at that camping ground, but I do recall that the camper was very old, probably from the 70's.
My mom assumed that was the reason for the violent attack on us that one night we tried to stay at that camp site, or even that the campsite was located above a Native American burial site where the soil had gone "sour" or at least that's what they call it, or it could have been just from us trespassing, but whatever the case, something was definitely PHYSICALLY there, and it was something other worldly, completely, and this would be my first encounter with the unknowns of the universe unfortunately.
I remember sitting around a camp fire that night trying to make Smores with my family, though they always seemed to burn my hands and tong, they were so hot. I'm also starting to recall we cooked some weenies over the fire too. Anyway, it was getting dark, and everyone was getting tired, so we went into the R.V to rest, though I wasn't very tired because I slept on the way there.
I remember I was still so small my mom let me share the bed with her. I tried to get some sleep, but as the night went on I still couldn't sleep, and then something happened so terrifying I still remember it vividly until this day.
The camper started to shake and bang as something outside started to pound against the R.V. My mom was the first to wake up and grasp me tight as she got real scared. I'm sure at first she thought it was a bear or something, but then whatever it was hoped on top of the rooftop and started to try and bust its way in using the emergency exit on top of the camper. I remember my mom got so scared she quickly tried to wake my brother Pat and my Dad, but they seemed to be long passed out, not even the constant banging would wake them.
My brother Pat woke up for a second and asked what was going on..., but then seemingly passed out again. I remember my mom was near to crying she was so scared for her family and for herself I'm sure. My mom's a very religious person, so she got out a prayer book and started praying.
And what was I doing? I was sitting there calm, in my moms arm as whatever it was out there was wrecking the hell out of the camper. I wanted to look out the curtains to see what it was, but my mom wouldn't let me, although I did see a shadow, it looked like a dinosaur on two legs, something I'm sure nobody's ever seen before.
As my mom began to pray more and more, it seemed to anger the creature, it went crazy outside. Now I wonder what kind of creature could keep up the strength to seemingly go on for hours, until daylight, just pounding away at our camper like that. Throughout the night, my mom began to fear for my dad's life as began to seemingly stop breathing, and she would wake him every few minutes for a mere second to make sure he was still breathing.
Till this day, my mom still believes that while my brother and dad were sleeping, the thing outside was trying to possess them so it could use them to kill us, but I don't know about that. I watched the sun slowly rise as the blue sky began to light up, but even in pale sunlight, the creature persisted relentlessly.
My mom read all night to me the prayers in that book, and I think I still may recall some. The creature finally stopped attacking the camper, and my mom was relieved for a short while, that is until my brother woke up to the banging five minutes before it stopped.
After the banging had stopped, he wanted to go outside to get his shoes he had left outside, even though he had woken up to the banging of some psychopath outside. My mom pleaded with him not goes outside, but you can't keep a teenager from his Vans shoes I guess.
He miraculously made it back unharmed with his shoes, but he did tell us about some weird footprints outside, and claw marks all over the camper..., and that's when my mom knew this thing was no ghost, but some kind of physical manifestation of some creepy shiat if you don't mind me saying.
My dad woke up soon after like nothing had happened, he basically slept through the whole thing, but my mom on the other hand was very brave in my opinion. After my dad woke up, my mom told him all about it, and he was skeptical about it all, after all, my dad didn't even believe in an after life back then, even though he went to church every Sunday. Everyone went outside to look at the damage, my mom trying to keep me indoors for fear the creature would come back.
It was daylight time now and the other campers were wondering what the hell was going on as well. We all saw the damage the creature had done. Footprints on the ground of a three toed beast, claw marks inches thick into the thin campers walls.
My mom urged my dad to get us out of there fast, she wasted no time. Even after seeing evidence of the creature, my brother and my dad denied it, and forgot, but that was perhaps the scariest night for my mom and the longest for me. On our way out of the camping area, police were on their way in, and questioning the owners, for what reason? I can only assume it was because of the ruckus that the creature made all night long, they should have got there sooner...
No kidding with that last part, that night seemed to go on forever, I remember that like it was yesterday. I think my dad had taken some pictures of the creature's footprints in the mud just for pure interest, but I'm sure those are lost somewhere. So all I have left from that night is my memory, and the only ones who really remember anything are me and my mom, and I was four, so some details may be left out, but it was definitely a night to remember, the longest night of my life.
When we got home however, it was a sad story, as my mom believed that the creature still had managed to kill one of us, as we returned home to find that my brother's cat had been sitting in a trailer with the heater on in summer for two days. We later brought the cat to the vet were we knew he would be put down, poor Jimmy; I wish I was nicer to the little guy now. I remember my brothers crying over Jimmy, but maybe Jimmy just had bad luck, but you never know when it comes to the supernatural, but that night in the camper was more than that, whatever that thing was, it was real as flesh and bone. Anyway, my parents sold the camper soon after, and it ended up causing trouble for my uncle too, but that's another story.
Thanks for listening and I hope you believe me on this one. Watch yourself out there on those camping grounds.