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Just for you ...
There were three of us who went on a hunting trip. We set our tent in between three trees. One at the top of the tent (towards where our head would be), and one on either side, with the tent's door opening where there is no tree.
That night, we had two lanterns going. One was left on the camping table which was towards the tent's door. The other lantern, I hung on the tree towards the right side of the tent. I slept on that side that night.
As the night grew older, I can hear the other two guys snoring. One has a deep snore and the other was more like a whistling noise. Somehow I managed to get a little sleep, but not for long. Towards the morning, about 3AM or so, I woke up and I needed to pee BAD! I wanted to get up and go pee, but it was cold and dark outside. I kept holding onto it hoping I would fall back asleep.
Anyway, as I lay there, I can hear footsteps outside just beyond the tree. Leaves rustling in one spot, then another spot about 3 feet away, then another, 3 feet away again. It was as if someone with really long legs was walking towards our camping table. I grabbed my 40S&W handgun that I usually sleep with and slowly grabbed my flashlight too.
I shouldn't even need the flashlight, because the tent was light enough to where I can see the surroundings through the tent fabric, including my truck. The thing was, I didn't see anything walking out there.
So I slowly crawled up and made my way towards the tent door. The next thing I knew, there was a clink of our pots and pans that was on the table. I quickly unzipped the tent door open and stuck my gun, my flashlight, and head out. Nada, nothing. I didn't see jack.
I looked left, I look right, I looked behind me. Nothing.
I finished unzipping the door and got out. Put on my sandals and walked around the camp area. I didn't see any footprints, nor did I see anything. Meanwhile, my heart is pounding and my hairs are standing up. The other guys were still snoring away.
I finally decided to take a pee-pee since I was already up and out. It was friggin cold, and kept turning the flashlight around all over the place. I tried to hurry up, but man! When you've been holding it for that long, it just seems like for-EVER!
Finally, the last drop came out, and went back into the tent, butt first, of course. I crawled back into my sleeping bag and tried to go to sleep.
A couple minutes go by of nothing but silence (other than my heartbeat still trying to calm down). When it's that quiet in the forest and you're that scared, the only thing you hear and feel is your own racing heartbeat.
Then it happened again. The footsteps outside, the leaves rustling. This time, it started just outside the tent above my head. Again, I looked and peeked through the tent fabric. I couldn't see that there was anything. I could see the trees beyond, from the light of the lantern. Soon, the footsteps went around to the right like last time. Three feet at a time, a big entity with long legs or something.
(Whoa! That was weird.
HunnayDew, in the corner of my eye, you, in your avatar pic, looked like you turned to the right (for a profile view) and then switched back.)
The footsteps went towards the table again. I slowly went to the door again. I opened the door, but this time, just a little bit. I peeked out and saw nothing either. I just came back to my sleeping bag and crawled in (hoping HunnayDew would keep me warm). I just layed the rest of the morning until the other guys woke up with the sunrise. I then fell asleep when I got more comfortable that they were up.