Here’s another creepy tale from the same person who shared “Footsteps on the Stairs“…
“This next one happened last summer with my brother, his wife, my daughter, and I. It was around June or July, and it gets so hot and humid in this part of Georgia. We drove to the Crockford/Pigeon Mountain Wildlife Preserve here in Walker County to try and get in some swimming at what is called ‘The Blue Hole’ by locals. However, the swimming hole was too crowded, so we decided to go up the mountain and explore while waiting for people to leave.
The whole area is deep woods, broken only by dirt roads. People camp at the bottom near the swimming hole. The part we went to was a few miles away from everyone, and we left the pickup truck since the roads were too narrow for it.
The four of us were walking up this gravel road for a good half hour to 45 minutes and for some reason I can’t recall, my brother walked on ahead because he wanted to check something out. He was supposed to come right back, but he didn’t. After nearly an hour, my sister-in-law and I started to worry about him.