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Followed off trail by child killer Richard Matthew Allen 6 months before the Delphi murders

Tags: source // childhood // drugs // alone // fishing // running // family // scary // creepy // 21st century // murder


r/creepyencounters by u/stanakin420: followed off trail

When I was in high school I spent a lot of time at the local park. I always tried to find the most solitary spots so I could smoke weed. This meant most of my hiking was on overgrown trails, if not off trail. You have to pay a fee to get into the main part of the park, but it’s relatively large so there are spots on the westside of the park that are free. Those spots are not quite as kept up and definitely not as observed, so obviously its mostly kids who just come to smoke and graffiti. But of course there are still some runners, people fishing, dog walking, etc. who want to skip out on the $5 fee.

One Sunday I go to smoke at the park while my family attends church. At this spot I had a solid trail that led to a very solitary part of the park that I frequented if I just wanted to smoke and not explore. When I pull in there are already a few cars, but one of them sticks out to me.

It is a very clean black car parked right in front of the main trail. As soon as I get out of my car and approach the trail, a man who is probably in his late 30s/40s steps out of that car.

I kept my eye on him as I entered the trail and he seemed to be keeping an eye on me too, but once I took a few steps on the trail another man stops me.

Apparently someone had driven a car into the reservoir the day before and he asked if I was coming to look at it. I said no, saw a small crowd of people at the cliff of the trail and figured I could be less on guard since everyone would be over there, and I could smoke in peace.

After the man I was speaking with walked away, I looked back to see if the man at the car was still watching me. I did not see him anymore.

So I went on that trail I frequent and hike up to the solitary part of the park, then go a little off trail for even more privacy and sit on a fallen tree to smoke. As i reach into my bag for my blunt l look up and just a few feet in front of me was the man at the car.

He was standing facing me and did not seem phased when I realized he was there. My heart sinks and stomach turned. I listen to a lot of true crime so immediately in my head I was like “don’t act like a victim, be confrontational” and said, “Can I help you??” He kind of grinned and responded “No, just looking.”

So instead of my blunt I grab my pepper spray and phone to text my family and tell them where I was. I kept my eyes on him the whole time I did this and he did not move an inch, just watched me. So i send text, put my phone up, and just watch him back, finger on the trigger of my pepper spray. Then he starts moving, so I stand up. He does not get any closer, but starts to circle me still a few feet away.

Remember that we are off trail, so as he moves around me, he is hard to see behind all the shrubbery. But I stay on my feet and make sure I am facing him the whole time. He tucks his face away so we can’t make eye contact but he knows I see him. So after he makes a full circle around me, he turns back to the trail and starts walking back to the main trail. I am afraid of losing sight of him so I follow him from a distance. He does not turn to look back at me.

Finally, we get back to the busier part of the trail and I spot a woman walking her dogs. He goes off on another trail and I go to her and tell her a man has been following me, but when I look up to point him out he is gone. She tells me that’s scary and I just say be careful then go to my car and leave.

It was obviously a very creepy encounter and potential close call but sometimes I feel there is even a little bit more to it.

This encounter took place about 40 minutes from Delphi, Indiana in September of 2016. A few months later in February of 2017, 13 and 14 year old Abigail Williams and Liberty German were murdered while hiking at their local park. Their murderer has never been found.

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Delphi murders (happened about 6 months after OP’s encounter)
  • the murderer, Richard Matthew Allen, DID in fact drive a black car 😳
  • See the full Delphi murders case details here and HERE (best source imo)
    • Date: February 13, 2017
    • Time: 2:07 p.m. – 5:30 p.m. (EST)
    • Location: Near Monon High Bridge, Deer Creek Township, Carroll County, Indiana, U.S.
    • Perpetrator: Richard Matthew Allen
    • Deaths: Abigail Joyce Williams & Liberty Rose Lynn German
    • Convictions: Murder (2 counts), felony murder (2 counts) 2
    • Sentence: 130 years in prison
    • The case remained unresolved for five years until 2022 when Richard M. Allen was arrested and charged with the murders. 6 He was found guilty in 2024 and sentenced to 130 years in prison. 78

“Creepiest backpacking story? Hearing a woman cry ‘help me!’ on a rural trail”

Tags: backpacking // creepy // camping // rural // hiking // animal // unexplained // scary // lost // murder // childhood // wilderness // Wisconsin //

r/backpacking by u/Sadgirl_1691: What’s your creepiest backpacking story?

Hi everyone. I just had a relatively creepy backpacking experience this last weekend which got me curious about what other folks have encountered while backpacking.

I've already posted this one on a different sub a year or two ago. So I'll just copy/paste it

A half hour from my house in the state forest there are backpacking shelters you can rent. Its like a single group campsite with a crude cabin with no door, a fire ring, and a single pit toilet outhouse. They are in the middle of nowhere, several miles apart. Not like a campground at all. Very secluded. There are 5 sites on a 32 mile trail.

About 15-20 years ago my parent's friends were staying out there partying for a few days. We hiked out there for a day trip to visit.

I was a kid, maybe 12 or so. I was hiking the trails around the campsite with my dog. I heard a very distinct cry for help "HELP ME!" Loud. Plain as day.

It was a soft higher pitched voice, either a woman or an older child. I didn't hesitate, I started running towards the voice with my dog. (Bad idea, should have grabbed an adult) my dog was acting weird as we searched for a half hour and came up empty. Nothing. Nobody out there. She seemed reluctant to continue further and we turned around.

I told my parents and the other adults at the camp. They just kinda laughed it off. I was distraught the rest of the day.

Fast forward a couple decades later to last year. I'm solo backpacking, which I do alot. I decided to rent that very same spot for my self. It was my halfway destination and place to sleep on a 15 mile round trip. Things are going good. I made camp and fired up the single burner stove. It was dark, almost time for bed, enjoying my delicious ramen noodles.

This uneasy feeling abruptly came over me. A feeling ive never really had before and can't fully describe. My body tensed up, I got cold. My hair stood up on the back of my neck. Right then and there I suddenly needed to leave. Idk why, just had to. I did not have time to properly pack. I half ass started stuffing my gear back into my pack. Then my LED headlamp with relatively fresh (or so I thought) batteries died. Theres absolutely no moon. Its dark. Very dark.

I pulled a tiny 50 lumen streamlight style pen light from my pocket and finished packing. I had a large heavy duty contractor garbage bag that I always keep packed away to use for a makeshift rain poncho. I finished stuffing my tent and sleeping bag in the garbage bag.

I hustled out of the woods with my poorly organized pack on my back and my garbage bag of belongings over my shoulder. The strange thing about my story was it wasn't quiet in the woods when things got "weird." I could hear a pack of coyotes yipping and going nuts in the distance when I was hiking out. But nothing else really.

Here I am. A grown ass man, who considers him self a proficient outdoorsman. Sprinting out of the woods? For what? From what? The dark?

As a legal permit holder I always carry a sidearm when doing long solo trips in the woods or hunting. People say with a good holster you forget the thing is on you.... well I was definitely very aware of the sidearm on my way out. Haha

I made it to my car in serious record time. I loaded up and sped off. It took me a while to shake the feeling. On the way back I did get lost, but google maps helped me backtrack to the fork in the trail.

I completely 100% forgot about the voice calling for help incident at that very spot a decade or so earlier.

Then it hit me once I got home and unpacked in the middle of the night. I remembered that voice, looking for that person screaming for help. Me and my dog. I got knots in my stomach.

For reasons I cant explain.. it all kinda started to make sense to me. Like there was some sort of correlation.

I do not venture into that area anymore unless I'm with other people. Something strange is or was out there, or something really bad happened there in the past.

I know this story isnt that crazy, but most of the real ones aren't. I looked online into missing persons or whatever and didn't come up with anything significant. There have been a couple murders but those predated my experience by 10+ years and although were in the same state land, they were not what I'd consider near by.

Perhaps something was attempting to lure me somewhere as a kid. That same thing was enough to tip me off as an adult. Maybe I was just a dumb kid with an active imagination. Maybe as an adult the stress of life got to me as I was left to my thoughts in the wilderness and I had a panic attack.

Who knows really?

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