I was never a firm believer in ghosts or supernatural beings. I still kind of am not so fond of the thought but I'm willing to accept it more now after an experience I had about 3 years ago.
I have a cabin in St. Helen and me and my family spent many years there, basically where I grew up. I was always afraid of being in the woods at dark, though. Not because I thought there were ghosts and goblins, but because I was just never sure what I didn't know what was out there that I couldn't see.
Anyways, one weekend my best friend, sister and I took a trip up there to get away. I was 19 at the time and my dad left us some booze and beer from the weekend before. I was getting pretentious as I drank at the fire and began making myself out to be a stronger man than I really was. So they made a bet that I couldn't go to a desolate spot in the middle of the woods alone. But not just any spot. I'm sure many people from this area of Michigan know about the logging that used to occur there in the early 1900's.
There is a discrete spot where an old logging camp once was with a single gravesite and a candle that's said to always be burning. So they told me the next night, if I was still feeling like the tough man I thought I was, I would go to that grave alone and take a selfie by it. I agreed this was a good dare.
So the next night I drove there at nightfall and finally found it after about 45 minutes in the dark. I actually passed it several times because the candle was, in fact, not lit. This calmed me because I already knew there was nothing to be afraid of. It's nighttime in the woods, the only difference is the fact that the sun is not in the sky, and a bunch of cute raccoons are running about. Wrong. After I lit the candle, and took my selfie, I started heading back to my car.
Before I closed the door I thought I heard a man talking off in the distance. Immediately I got a strange feeling. It was DARK, too dark for someone to just be in the middle of the woods. Too scared to holler back and give my position, I started to make movement towards the sound direction. The partially cloud covered sky started to break up and the 3/4 moon began to display the contiguous white pine forest before me. I said to myself, "To hell with this, I'm leaving." And again, as I walked away, I heard a sound like a body falling out of a tree, a deep thump. This really freaked me out, but it was a feeling where I'd actually feel more comfortable if I knew than if I left. So I went back to where I heard the sound again. I saw a faint silhouette of a man walking around in circles. It was so strange and so unnerving, just walking about with NO sense of direction. His footsteps made no sound though. I was frozen in fear at that point. Despite my fear, I decided to shout out to the man and ask if he was okay. As soon as I said that, he ran to a tree in my direction and I think he punched it. At least that's what I thought because I immediately ran back to my car faster than Jessie Owens and before I got there I heard a high pitched sort of scream, it didn't sound human at all. I got in my car and disappeared.
I never told anyone about the incident because I simply wanted to forget it ever even happened. I still don't like thinking about it, but I feel more comfortable now. I don't know if it was paranormal or what. But I came to the conclusion that no man, with any sense at all would be in the middle of the woods, at that spot, alone, in the dark doing what that man or thing was doing.