I go camping late in the year and am often the only person in the entire campground in the middle of nowhere. It was mid November in Illinois and I was at a campground that you had to drive 20 minutes of heavily forested winding dirt trail to get to the site. There was already a strong creep factor. Around 2AM I’m laying awake and freezing my ass off when I hear a scream from the woods the sounded like something out of a 1950s horror film. Scared the living shit out of me. Stayed the rest of the night in the car with a shovel and a big fuck all knife.

I’d never heard an owl screech before. I didn’t know they did that.