When my mother and I were in British Columbia Canada in 2009, we had an AWESOME time finding different free camping areas. Some were FANTASTIC places such as Tchesinkut Lake; One of the most pristine lakes in British Columbia. I only say this place because not far from Tchesinkut Lake there's a different lake called Takysie Lake.
At Takysie Lake my mother, myself and kid should have never camped there. First of all there was a stench that would gush out all of a sudden out of nowhere and then be gone. It smelled like crap! UGH! It was bad, especially since there was no fresh poop in the area to be found. One warning I should have taken account of knowing very well that that's what demons/imps smell like.
When we first went there my mom said, "Hey its feels eerie here, we're so remote and I don't like the way it smells here you sure you want to stay here? We can go back towards Burns Lake and go camping someplace else." I should have said yes, but my stubborn self replied back to her, "I don't feel like driving anymore, it's getting dark out here and by the time were done settin up camp it will be dark out." So we set up camp and I thought nothing of it.
We used the lake to wash our hands and clean our dinner dishes. That night it was easy to use. Nothing bothered us. No ants, no natural anything, not even people. What kind of freaked me and my mother out was this place going towards the lake on a little path to the side of it in the ground looked as if there was a shallow grave. I didn't want to go dig through it and find out it was true so we never bothered it.
To use the toilet I personally never went in the outhouse to go. It was so remote that even though there was plenty of open space and plains hardly anyone would drive by. I didn't want to freak out because of spiders and their webs. I hate spiders so I would just go behind the outhouse (away from the road) and do my business. When relieving myself next to the outhouse I notice writing on it. Nothing I could make out really, it seemed washed out. I'm sort of glad I couldn't read it. I could only imagine it was something very unpleasant.
That night was HORRIFYING! I woke up in fear because I heard what sounded like a bear not far off. The first thoughts that came to mind were, "Oh gosh, that bear might come to our tent, ravish the only protection between us and it which is only polyester, and eat us." It kept me up for the longest time; for as long as I was awake until I looked at my mom and daughter and realized if they were not scared why should I be? Calming myself down took about an hour before going back to sleep.
Later after we were out of that place my mom told me her horrifying story of the experience she got. My mom said in the middle of the night she heard a pack of wolves running around the tent! In Alaska my mom is never scared of any kind of animal. There usually checking out campsites or whatever out of shear curiosity. When they do my mom has an ability to "feel" what they're trying to say;"We're just curious, were not going to harm you." But at that camp site she didn't get anything good feeling from them. She knew that if she tried to say "HA! GO AWAY! LEAVE US ALONE!" that they might tear the tent and us to shreds. There was nothing at all curious feeling from them. Pure evil is the best way she could explain it. My mother told me that the only way she was brave enough to not say anything, not even move a muscle is because we looked so peaceful sleeping.
Is it coincidental that my mother and I woke up in fear of our lives but with different experiences? Mine for example being what sounded like a bear so loud that I thought sooner or later my mom had to hear it, but she didn't. My mother asked me if I woke that night from the sound of those "wolves" but I was oblivious to her experience.
Not long ago my mother and I talked about our experience in Canada. She told me the best explanation so far. The reason why we were woken in fear was because they were demons trying to scare us so that we would wake up and leave their sacred area.
Well when morning finally hit, we didn't get much sleep. We made our breakfast as fast as we could and packed it all up. What was weird was there were these two people out in a boat on the lake always staring at us. I tried to wave at them like a "good morning" kind of wave but they just kept on staring. Sort of like we-were-on-their-territory-and-they-didn't-like-that-we-were-camping-there sort of stares.
So I tried to get back to what I was going to the lake for, washing my breakfast dishes but looking at the water it was pitch black; nothing like the night before. I lift my arms up and move my shadow on the black water and the blackness moves a different direction. I dip my hands in the water and its all little black tadpoles. As a kid in Sitka Alaska I remember the tadpoles being of green weird color and I'm only able to find them randomly. Not so dark and black that it made the water look black. Soon the water has little green dots so I'm guessing its tadpole poop, it accumulates right in front of my eyes and it's so odd. I walk back to my mom and tell her that I'm unable to wash the dishes. My mom has a knack for cleanliness so she takes the dishes to a different part of the lake which was a lot harder to get to and tells me to go load up the car.
I start loading it up with the breakfast things and all the bedding we used that night. When my mom came back from washing the dishes she tells me she found ant nests... Were people from Alaska where ant nests are underground and little holes with maybe an ant trail but that's about it. She told me that the ant nest she found was humming like a bee hive and was about 6 feet in diameter and about 4 feet high. And that's not it; she not only found one she found two! Weird to have ant nests in a place where hardly anyone goes at all to feed them and their living it large.
When it's time to take down the tent the ants made sure that I knew they were there. They kept on biting me and only me. Never my mom and never my kid, thank God.
There was no place to get potable water so the next stop to get water was some weird dilapidated over expensive snack shop. My mom happened to go find a door that was the wrong entrance and what she saw in there was something pitiful.
There was this one preacher I knew of from Africa named Eehambe (spelling? Now living someplace in Canada) who used to be a warlock. He told me that he used to be able to do things with his body that other people couldn't, like travel from one place to another with just the thought of the mind. I asked him, "Why don't you do it anymore? I mean why didn't you do it more often?" Eehambe told me, "You can't do something like that without losing something of yourself, usually something like that would make a witch or warlock old and unhealthy looking."
So back to what my mother saw in the wrong entrance empty room; she saw an old lady that looked as if she was dead rocking in a rocking chair. Lots of wrinkles and a greenish hue to her skin, rags for clothes, my mother felt sorry for her because it looked as if no one was taking care of her. Freaked out my mom hurried up and closed the door and called out to me asking where I was. I think what my mom saw was a witch of some sort who got a high on doing whatever she did best and lost her age in the process.
I think that some witches and warlocks love to use the free use camping areas that hardly anyone knows about. I only say this because my mother and I had a different experience on the John Hart Highway, but not as exciting as the Demon Encounters at Takysie Lake.