Robert Frost wrote that the woods are lovely dark and deep but he forgot to add scary as hell.
This report comes from PLAYBOY. It DOESN’T have pictures, though. Not THOSE kind of pictures, lest any of my faithful readers accuse me of lechery. I read it and suggest it here purely on scientific grounds, due to its relevance to the study of werewolves. The last story chronicled in particular, as it involves a shapeshifting creature, and story number four features wolves, and all the stories involve the deep woods. None of them involve young females of the unclothed variety. So there.
These are accounts given by forest workers, hikers, hunters and fishermen of things they witnessed or encountered in the woods. Some are funny, some curios, and some are terrifying. I’ve commented before on how the old fears of humanity, chased away by the light of civilization, tend to return when we are isolated in the wilderness. These stories provide perfect illustrations of why that is. There really are things in the woods that go bump in the night. The wilderness is the domain of the old monsters, both the wildernesses of the natural world and the great, dark jungle growing, impenetrable, within the human mind. So give these accounts a perusal. Then take a walk in the woods, preferably at night, if you want to experience a little of the terrors our primitive ancestors knew. It will come.