This is less of a story, and more of a question. A question as to if it were a real haunting. I'd say I've experienced my fair share of paranormal things, but I'm still very, unaccustomed I guess when it comes to determining if something is actually supernatural or not. I suppose it also doesn't help that I'm naturally a paranoid person. So, anyway that's where your opinion comes in handy.
Some friends and I went up to The Great Sand dunes last month for a birthday/end of the summer camping trip. It was absolutely gorgeous! Though, it seemed like everyone else seemed to have the same idea as us and went camping the very same weekend. The campgrounds at the sand dunes were completely packed. Also, we weren't too eager to camp there if there did happen to be an opening just because each respective campground seemed to be 10-15 feet from the next.
We decided to stay at place maybe 1-1 1/2 miles back called Oasis campgrounds. They happened to be much nicer, and much more secluded. After driving around for a bit we decided on a spot and started unloading the vehicles and deciding where to pitch the tents. My boyfriend and I found a nice, flat spot near a tree and started getting to work. Having not been camping in a very, very long time myself, and my boyfriend not since he was about 5, we had to buy all new camping gear. Brand new tent, sleeping bags, etc. The tent had never been removed from the box, or the plastic sealing prior.
We finished putting up the tent and then placed the front mat on the ground. I stepped away for just a moment to grab a rock or something to hold the mat down with. I came back a second later, and the mat had blown a couple feet or so in the wind. I grabbed it, and on the bottom there was a perfect, absolutely perfect dirty foot print of a person. It was a bare foot print of what we determined was a woman because of the shape of the foot.
Now, there was only three of us there, me, being the only female. Also, all of us were wearing our shoes. It was fairly cold out, and not exactly the most comfortable place to be walking around barefoot so needless to say, we all had our shoes on. The mat again was just out of the box, never stepped on by any of us with or without shoes. My boyfriend being freaked out by this for some reason decided to throw the mat in the trunk of his car. After awhile we forgot about it and continued with getting a campfire started and what not.
After awhile my boyfriend and I headed off for bed and fell asleep fairly quickly. Late in the night, what had to be I think about 3:00 am I heard footsteps around the tent. At first I thought it was my friend but by the sound of the footsteps, I determined there was no way it could have been a nearly 6ft 190 lb man. They were very small, and very quick. I thought it may be an animal, like a fox or something but it just circled the tent continually. Then it stopped near my side of the tent and sounded like it was rubbing two rocks together and then banging them together.
I listened to this for about 15 minutes when I decided to wake up my boyfriend and ask him if he heard the same sound. He did. It would walk around the tent several times, and then stop on either side and scratch and bang the rocks together (at least that's what it sounded like it was doing.) We both lay there listening to it for what seemed like an hour. Finally I decided that it was there for so long that whatever it was had no intention of harming us, so I made an attempt to get back to sleep.
What really terrified me was when I was sitting up listening to it, it sounded like it was on my boyfriends side of the tent, but the instant I put my head down it sounded directly behind me. My boyfriend confirmed that the same thing happened to him. Neither of us was able to fall asleep that night. We sat there listening to this until the sun started to come up and it just disappeared.
The next day we told my friend about it and he said that he had heard something walking by his tent too, but it wasn't nearly as freaky and only lasted a couple seconds. That day four other friends came and met up with us at the campground. My boyfriend and I decided to move our tent to another location not only because of what had happened but also because the ground was quite painful. Our other friend put his tent in the place we had it previously.
Honestly, the second night was more of a party and if there were any strange occurrences we weren't paying any attention to them. We tried to keep the footprint on the mat in tact, but it was put back away with the rest of the camping gear. If I thought there was any chance of it still being there I would pull it out and take a picture, but I'm sure it's not there any longer. I didn't have a camera with me at the time. Which for numerous reasons was a mistake. I digress.
What would you call this? Someone told me the footprint might have been from someone that previously stepped on the ground and due to moisture the mat picked up the print. I've never heard of that though, and the mat was just placed on the ground, there was no pressure on it to pick up something like that if it were possible. Could the sound have been an animal? But why was it circling our tent for so long, and what was the scratching and banging sounds? Someone suggested it might have been a haunting from a Native American.
Any ideas or information on this would be awesome. Thanks for reading!