Blighty Nightmares: True Horror Stories That Shouldn’t Be Heard Alone

4 Disturbing True Horror Stories from the Pacific Northwest

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Something lurks in the forests of the Pacific Northwest—and it doesn’t want to be found.

In this episode of Blighty Nightmares, we explore four disturbing true horror stories set in the wild, fog-covered landscapes of Washington and Oregon. From haunted logging cabins and roadside apparitions to unexplainable screams echoing through the mountains, these stories will make you think twice about the woods after dark.

🌲 Stories in this episode:
• The Thing in the Logging Cabin – An isolated Oregon cabin holds something unnatural inside
• Fog Lights – A solo driver near Mount Rainier finds himself surrounded by something watching from the mist
• The Woman in the Road – A late-night encounter with a figure that shouldn't be there
• The Hiker Who Wouldn’t Stop Screaming – A backcountry mystery that ends with something inhuman

Each story is told from the victim’s point of view for full immersion. If you’re drawn to true wilderness horror, paranormal encounters, and the eerie stillness of forests hiding something unnatural—this one’s for you.

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we thought the cabin was abandoned until we saw 
the axe marks from the inside i don't know why I'm finally writing this down maybe it's because 
I haven't slept more than a couple of hours at a time since that weekend or maybe it's just 
I'm hoping that putting it into words will   help it make more sense but the truth is I don't 
think it ever will this happened last October my best friend Nate and I took a 3-day backcountry 
trip into the southern Cascades in Oregon we've been planning it for months just us offrid with 
our packs a borrow a few topo maps Nate printed out from his forestry job no cell service no 
ranger stations total choir we picked the spot because of a vague trail head we found marked on 
a Reddit thread from years ago something about an old decommissioned logging route from the 60s that 
leads up into unmaintained wilderness the kind of place that doesn't even get hikers anymore just 
hunters trappers and maybe the occasional hermit we were all in the first two days were incredible 
cool air full leaves and that deep pine silence that presses against your ears when you're miles 
from anything there was one thing that started to get under my skin almost immediately it was 
too quiet like unnaturally quiet no bird song no rustling animals just wind through the canopy in 
the occasional creek of a branch even Nate noticed i swear I haven't heard a single squirrel he said 
as we made up camp the first night not even scat that's weird right i shrugged it off figured maybe 
it was the elevation or the season i should have listened to my gut on the morning of the third 
day we were planning to loop back towards the car take a longer ridge path back down that's when 
we saw it a cabin not a shack not a hunter's blind a full-on solid built log cabin tucked about 50 
yards off trail almost completely hidden behind a wall of fur trees and mossy rock it didn't make 
any sense there were no signs of roads leading in no cut trail it just looked ancient the wood 
was gray with age the shingles half gone and the little porch sagged like it hadn't held weight 
in years nate being Nate wanted to check it out i hesitated something about the place just felt 
wrong like we stumbled into a place we weren't supposed to find the curiosity went out we circled 
the cabin slowly there were no windows just wooden shutters bolted shut from the outside one was 
loose and I pushed it open just enough to peer inside it was dark but I could see the glint of 
something metallic a stove a cot a workbench no cobwebs no dust like someone had left it yesterday 
that's when we saw the axe marks dozens of them on the inside of the cabin door visible through the 
crack in the shutter deep gouges as if someone or something had been trying to hack its way 
out nate laughed nervously "probably just some crazy old trapper," he said "or bored kids." We 
didn't go in we didn't even touch the door we backed off and made camp further up the ridge 
just far enough that we couldn't see the cabin   anymore that night I woke up to barking not just 
barking snarling vicious guttural barking coming from downhill towards the cabin nate was already 
sitting up in his bag flashlight in hand "you hear that?" he whispered he unzipped the tent 
as slowly as we could and scanned the trees the barking continued for another 10 seconds and 
then stopped cut off like someone flipped a switch silence we didn't sleep the rest of that night 
the next morning we debated leaving immediately but curiosity got the better of us again we 
decided to hike back down near the cabin but give it a wide birth and look for signs of whoever 
might be living there but that's when we saw it a platform 20 ft up nestled in the branches of an 
old fur crude but sturdy a makeshift shelter made of lashed together logs tarp and wire and hanging 
from one branch our food bag ripped open shredded we climbed up and what we found inside made 
my blood run cold there were bones small gnled clean shreds of denim something that looked like 
a chewed-up sleeping bag and worst of all photos dozens of them torn from disposable cameras all 
black and white all printed on glossy paper the ink was warped and stained but we could just 
make it out they were of us Nate and me eaten at the campfire walking sleeping in the tent taken 
from above taken before we even found the cabin we reported it the moment we got signal hiked 
8 miles straight downhill until we hit a ranger outpost they took it seriously too seriously asked 
for every detail took our gear logged our route a week later we got a call they found a journal in 
the platform it was a field notebook water damaged but legible inside were sketches of faces hours 
pencled notes describing our routines what time we slept what we ate what we packed one entry 
dated two nights before we left for the trip read they'll soon be here i've already seen them 
in the dream i've gone over it a hundred times since tried to make sense of it rationalize it 
but I just can't shake the feeling that someone was waiting for us out there that we didn't just 
stumble across that cabin we were led to it and I can't stop wondering what would have happened 
if we opened that door or if we hadn't looked up i've never told this story to anyone outside 
my family not because I'm afraid people won't believe me though they probably wouldn't but 
because sometimes I still dream about it not the night it happened exactly but the moment after 
when I realized it hadn't ended this happened in November of 2014 on a narrow strip of the Olympic 
Peninsula coastline i was 23 and I had just broken up with my girlfriend of 4 years she was the 
one who suggested the trip and ghosted me 2 days before we were supposed to leave i'd already 
booked everything already taken time off work so in a fit of self-pity or stubbornness or whatever 
I just decided to go it was a solo retreat I told myself a long weekend to clear my head and reset i 
booked this tiny off-grid cabin about 6 milesi in land from a town called Forks you probably know 
it from the vampire books but outside of that it's just endless fur trees deep ravines and mist 
that rolls in from the Pacific like a slowm moving tidal wave the drive-in was beautiful even with 
the rain the trees arched over the road like some kind of tunnel thick and green even in late fall 
by the time I pulled off onto the gravel road that led to the cabin I hadn't seen another car for 
20 minutes i arrived just before dusk the place was even more remote than the photos had shown no 
neighbors no power lines no sounds except wind and water dripping off the trees the cabin was small 
but clean just a bed a wood stove and a little kitchenet stocked with canned food and bottled 
water no cell service no internet no distractions that first night passed without incident i made a 
fire ate soup from a can and fell asleep reading a book it wasn't until the next morning that things 
started to feel off the rain had stopped and the fog was thicker than ever i went for a hike along 
an old logging road that wound up into the hills there were no signs or markers but the trail was 
wide and obvious i kept to the center letting the damp silence settle into my bones i think I walked 
for 2 hours before I noticed the footprints they were fresh maybe an hour old at most no bootprints 
bare feet human and not just one set two they went off into the trees straight into the undergrowth 
where there was no trail at all i don't know what possessed me to follow them maybe I was just 
curious maybe I was just bored and looking for something to break the monotony but I stepped 
off the road and followed the forest swallowed me almost immediately trees here were older 
and the moss hung in sheets from the branches i followed the prince until they disappeared 
near a narrow stream then doubled back i was all I was almost back to the logging road when I 
heard the sound a low humming like distant power lines but deeper thicker i turned in the slow 
circle trying to find the source the fog muffled everything but the hum seemed to come from all 
directions it grew louder then just stopped and that's when I saw the lights at first I thought 
it was a vehicle two pale beams drifting through the trees slowly like headlights cutting through 
the mist there was no roads no engine sound just the lights moving in perfect unison maybe 100 ft 
apart weaving slowly between the trees i dropped to one knee behind the stump and held my breath 
the lights passed within 30 ft of me no glare no shadows just this strange pale glow that made 
the fog shimmer they didn't bobble flicker like headlights they floated and behind them nothing no 
bodies no sound no footprints i didn't move until they disappeared down into the ravine i made it 
back to the cabin just as the sun was going down my heart wouldn't stop racing i kept telling 
myself I'd hallucinated it was some kind of illusion caused by fog and sunlight and fear i 
stayed up that night with the lantern on staring out of the tiny cabin window every time the wind 
blew I thought I saw someone around 1:30 a.m the humming returned this time it came from directly 
outside the cabin i jumped up and killed the lantern and crept towards the window there they 
were the lights moving slowly past the front of the cabin like they were scanning the woods 
i crawled onto the floor not daring to make a sound the lights stopped then one of them turned 
not in a smooth arc but instantly like someone flipping a switch it faced the window casting pale 
light across the room and then it moved towards the cabin i bolted up and ran to the back room 
heart slamming the hum got louder i swear I could feel it vibrating through the floorboards then it 
stopped i stayed in that back room for the rest of the night crouched in the corner like a terrified 
child by morning they were gone no footprints no marks just fog i packed up and drove out without 
even making coffee i didn't look back when I reached Forks I stopped at the diner for breakfast 
i must have looked like hell because the waitress kept asking if I was okay i told her I had quite 
a rough night she asked where I stayed and when I told her she raised an eyebrow old logging land 
she said that's why it's so cheap locals don't go there when I asked why she shrugged just stories 
lights in the trees missing dogs that kind of thing probably bunk but still she gave me an 
extra pancake for the road two weeks later I was going through my phone's photos from the trip 
most of them were normal trees the road the cabin then I saw the one that made me stop cold 
it was a shot of the trail I'd taken into the forest maybe 50 ft in at first it looked like 
nothing just trees and fog but in the center faint but unmistakable was a figure tall thin pale no 
face no features just shape and standing directly behind it one of the lights faintly visible as 
if it was etched into the mist and the worst part and the time stamp on the photo said 7:14 p.m i 
never took any pictures after 6:00 p.m that night she stepped into the headlights with blood on 
her face but the part that froze me was her smile it looked grateful i used to drive late at 
night for peace not anymore it was around 2:30 in the morning when I left my friend's 
place in Bend heading back to my rental cabin near Tumblow i'd driven that road dozens of times 
but something about that night was off the road was unusually dark my headlights cutting through 
blackness so dense it felt unnatural not cloudy not foggy just black like the world stopped 20 ft 
ahead the first few miles were uneventful trees on either side no houses no traffic just winding 
as fate and the occasional deer sign i kept the radio off i liked the quiet back then around mile 
marker 17 I noticed something weird my dashboard clock blinked then the engine hiccuped just 
once enough to make my heart skip but the car kept going no warning lights i chalked her up to 
old wiring about 5 minutes later I saw her she was standing at the edge of the road not waving not 
signaling just standing pale drenched barefoot her dress looked like a hospital gown torn stained 
and there was something on her face at first I thought blood but it looked too dark almost black 
in the headlights i slowed i'm not the type of person to ignore someone in trouble but the second 
I took my foot off the gas my chest tightened like something in my body knew I shouldn't stop still 
I pulled over she didn't move i rolled down the passenger window a couple inches hey are you okay 
she looked at me finally her eyes were wide too wide and there was this strange twitch in her neck 
like her muscles didn't fully work she didn't say anything but slowly very slowly she smiled and not 
in a thank god someone stopped kind of way it was a grateful smile like she'd been waiting for this 
for me i felt my hand hover over the lock button are you hurt?" I asked a little louder her eyes 
flicked from me to the back seat then she took a single step forward that's when I noticed her 
feet weren't just bare they were dirty bloody like she'd been walking through gravel for hours 
and still smiling i should have driven off every instinct screamed at me to go but my brain lagged 
caught in that surreal moment trying to make sense of her then bang the back passenger window slammed 
inwards like someone had punched it i screamed and turned no one was there when I looked back out the 
front the woman was gone gone no sound no motion no rustling in the brush like she was never there 
i fled it didn't stop until I was back at the cabin i locked every door closed every blind and I 
didn't sleep that night i told myself I must have imagined it stress late hours exhaustion but then 
2 days later something happened my car had been parked and touched since that night when I went 
out to run errands I opened the driver's side door and paused there were wet footprints bare human 
all over the back seat and a single handprint on the inside of the fogged rear window that should 
have been enough for me to pack up and leave but I stayed i don't know why morbid curiosity maybe 
all the stupid human need to understand what we've seen that night I couldn't sleep around 2:00 a.m I 
decided to check the dash cam footage i'd had one running that night it happened just out of habit 
i pulled the SD card and loaded the footage onto my laptop at first nothing just the road trees 
darkness then right at the spot I remembered the camera glitched skipped forward 5 seconds and when 
it came back the woman was standing right in front of the car but the strangest thing in the corner 
of the frame barely visible through the windshield was a second figure in the back seat watching me 
the next morning I went into town and asked around i didn't mention the woman directly just asked 
if anyone had ever had a strange encounter on that stretch of road a waitress at the diner 
went pale the second I mentioned late night between Bend and Tomolo you saw her she said I 
didn't reply she just nodded they all see her eventually i asked who she was the waitress 
hesitated and leaned in back in the 80s there was a woman escaped from the state hospital walked 
barefoot through the woods for two nights before a car picked her up she was found 3 days later 
her body anyway in the river the driver was never found she paused but every few years someone sees 
her again same spot same time she's always smiling i moved out a week later 3 months after I got 
home I got a package in the mail no return address inside was a dash cam my dash cam the one 
I'd left behind when I sold the car the screen had been smashed but carved into the plastic clear 
as day were five words thank you for the ride there are certain things you can't hear i don't 
mean screams in a horror movie or somebody yelling in pain i mean a pacific kind of scream one that 
doesn't rise and fall one that doesn't pulse for breath one that sounds like a person's soul is 
trying to crawl out of their throat that's what I heard on the north side of Mount Rayer back in 
2019 I signed up as a volunteer for SAR after a family friend went missing up near Paradise we 
never found her but I figured if I could help bring just one person home maybe that would mean 
something i've hiked Reia 100 times before alone with groups even shoe snowing once but I never 
felt scared of it it's vast yes but beautiful peaceful a place you can get lost in but not in a 
threatening way but that changed at the Labor Day weekend we got the call on a Sunday afternoon 
a solo hiker in his 20s haven't checked in for over 48 hours last Ping cell signal was somewhere 
near Carbon River not far from the Ipsup Creek campground supposedly he had told his roommates 
he wanted a solo experience just him and the wild standard stuff we split into groups and my partner 
James and I got the north ridge fog was already rolling in heavy by late afternoon so visibility 
was garbage thick soupy fog that clings to your clothes and muffles sound we hiked out about 6 
mi before setting up a base camp just off trail we figured we'd continue the sweep in the morning 
that night was weird i couldn't sleep not fully every time I'd start to drift I'd jolt awake 
something didn't feel right james was out cold snoring lightly but I kept hearing this sound 
barely audible coming from the trees beyond our tent it sounded like gasping like someone 
sucking in air like they'd just been running for miles and couldn't catch their breath i got out 
of the tent around 2:00 a.m and just stood there listening nothing just that fog that oppressive 
damp silence and then I heard it the scream it wasn't nearby maybe half a mile out but it cut 
through everything through the fog through the trees through my bones it didn't stop it just 
kept going i thought maybe it was a mountain lion at first sometimes their calls sound like 
a woman screaming but this was different there were words in it like someone shouting for 
help but unable to form the words properly then it started again same direction maybe closer 
still that unrelenting guttural whale i woke up James he sat up groggy and froze the second he 
heard it we both just stood there listening no flashlight no radio just that sound and then it 
stopped like someone hit mute we didn't sleep the rest of the night morning came gray and wet the 
fog hadn't lifted james wanted to wait and regroup with the others i told him I was going ahead he 
gave me this look like I'd lost my mind but I convinced him to stay at base and monitor radio 
in case I needed a quick extraction i left just before 7:00 a.m and followed the sound or rather 
the direction I thought it came from the trees were thick old growth giants with mosscovered 
trunks that felt older than memory everything was too still about an hour in I found something 
strange bootprints deep scattered like someone had been running in panic they weren't fresh but they 
weren't more than a day or two old either and they led downhill off trail towards a ravine where 
people usually don't go i followed the prince started to get erratic circling doubling back then 
they stopped just stopped in a mossy clearing near a massive cedar tree but there was something 
else there too a sleeping bag torn to shreds and beside it a notebook i picked it up the cover 
was damp and warped the pages were barely legible but I can make out frantic half-finish sentences 
can't sleep it watches fog too loud can't think it mimics the voice not him it's not him whispers 
through the rock if I scream maybe it would leave the last entry was just a series of slashes like 
the pen had been dragged across the paper again and again and then I heard it the scream closer 
down in the ravine i radioed James no answer the fog was thick enough to kill the signal so 
I did what no one was supposed to do in S i went in alone the slope was steep slick with moss 
and shale i slipped twice on the way down but the scream kept going intermittent now but always just 
far enough ahead to stay out of sight i finally reached the bottom after 30 minutes of descent and 
found myself in a glut and that's where I saw him or I thought it was him a figure slumped against 
a boulder i shouted no response i crept towards slowly cautiously as I got closer I saw the body 
was turned away from me shoulders trembling like it was crying or convulsing i stepped closer and 
said "Hey I'm with search and rescue we're here to help you." He turned around and I wish I had 
never seen his face because it wasn't fear on it it was excitement his mouth opened wide not 
in pain not in relief but in a horrible kind of grin teeth bared eyes wide and glassy his face 
twitching like something was pulling the strings from inside and then he screamed that same endless 
scream from just 10 ft away i stumbled backwards and tripped my flashlight rolled down the hill 
and when I looked back up he was gone i don't remember how I got out of that ravine somehow I 
clawed my way back to the top and when I reached the clearing with the notebook again the fog had 
lifted slightly and standing there was James he looked pale shaking he told me he heard the 
scream too but not through the radio in his head he said it was like a pressure behind his 
eyes vibrating in his jaw growing louder every minute until I came back into view as soon as 
I did silence we hiked out together without saying another word they never found that hiker 
officially he's still listed as missing but they found another notebook one week later tucked 
inside a rock crevice 50 mi from the ravine same handwriting same paper and one sentence 
written over and over i can't stop screaming