This collection of stories is, to the best of my knowledge, an accurate recollection of my experiences, as I experienced them at the time, and an accurate report on what I have been told by individuals known to me. Any divergences from what happened were either intentional changes made to protect the privacy of individuals, misinterpretations of what happened, or failings of memory.
If you recognize yourself in one of these stories (or recognize the stories as having once been told to you by an online friend you’ve long lost contact with), please reach out and say hello! Send me an email by clicking here; I’d love to catch up with you, see where the years have taken you, and hear if you remember any of our shared adventures differently (…or if you have other adventures in Camp Claiborne without me).
To those of you for whom this has been an introduction to Camp Claiborne, I must note that this collection of stories doesn’t even begin to cover all of the strange experiences that I personally, and those known to me, had out at the abandoned military base, but it is enough of an assortment to hopefully give a good taste.
And if you want to go out adventuring there yourself?
I hope my directions are clear enough for you to follow. Camp Claiborne is located in Kisatchie National Forest, public land. If you go out there, take all prudent caution you would when visiting any other national forest:
Be alert to “posted” and “no trespassing” signs to avoid accidentally crossing over onto private property, don’t try to get around any fences, don’t commit any crimes, and be cautious of trip hazards and wildlife.
And, as you will be in the woods, avoid going during hunting season, wear bright colors (bonus points for orange), bring a cell phone, and tell someone where you’re going.
Any misadventures you have–legal, physical, mundane, monstrous humans, or paranormal–are on you, not me. You’re responsible for yourself and your own safety.
But if you do want to go out and poke around, see if any of the supernatural magic is still there? Well, I’m not exactly one to talk, am I? Just do it safely and responsibly.
(…and drop me a message afterwards to let me know how it goes!)
Any number of these occurrences, my experiences, might have rational explanations. Though I’m not about to ruin the fun and share them, I have my own theories for a lot of these stories.
After all, it’s probably safe out there in those woods.
Probably.
