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>hiking alone in the smokies
>carry a Fal with me for larping purposes
>hike to a campsite I had preplanned to stay at
>show up right before the sun went down.
>someone is already there
>vintage tent and gear set up
>walk up and a skinny guy with hippie hair and a beard gets out of the tent
>his entire getup looks like he was straight out of the mud 80s
>talk as I set up my tent
>apparently he is some hippie soul searching in the mountains
>completely cool with my gun
>I build a fire and we sit down
>talk around the fire until midnight
>starts hearing this moaning sound
>quiet at first but started to get louder
>ask hippie if he hears it
>"ya but don't worry as long as I'm still here he can't hurt us"
>lol OK
>go to sleep with hippie still sitting by the fire
>Hear the moans get louder and I chamber a round
>don't get a wink of sleep as I hear the moans come closer and then back off
>moaning stops when I start to hear birds
>open up my tent in the morning to see hippies gear completely gone
>figure I could have fallen asleep without realizing it.
>ground where hippies stuff was, was undisturbed
>no evidence he had even existed at the camp
>decide to go home
