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I live in Chicago, so every once in a while, I'll take a train out to Indiana and go hiking through the Dunes if the weather's permitting. The lakefront is absolutely gorgeous and exotic compared to the city, and I enjoy having a few hours of alone time.
Except one time, when I was walking down one of the back trails through a swamp area. The whole time I'm walking through the forest, there's a never-ending chatter of birdsong and bugs and frogs, until it suddenly goes completely silent, not a single noise to be heard aside from the wind.
That's when I start to hear this weird noise. It starts off pretty quiet, this bizarre "glug... glug" noise. At first I think it's just a snapping turtle telling me to fuck off. Then it starts getting louder.
"Glug... glug!" Hehe, silly turtle.
Then I realize it's not getting louder, it's getting closer. And angrier.
"Glug..! Glug...! Glug! Glug! Gluggluggluggmmph! ggmph! GGHMPH!"
I hadn't seen another human being on the trails for a full hour at this point, so my nerves get the better of me and I start sprinting down the trail as fast as I can.
Eventually, the dirt trail gives way to a wooden boardwalk winding its way through the swamp. Every step I take on that boardwalk echoes as loudly as the "ggmph" noise behind me does. I'm in full blown panic mode as I sprint down the boardwalk, and I swear I could hear something else keeping pace with me behind me.
I stop moving and turn around, and there's absolutely nothing there. Then the noises stop.
I look around. Nothing in the trees, nothing on the path, nothing after nothing crawls out of the water. I'm completely alone.
To this day, I have no idea what the hell had happened. Psychotic pranksters? Ghost? Demon? Early onset of dementia? I couldn't say.
This isn't even the weirdest thing to ever happen to me on these trails, but it gives me the creeps thinking about it.
