[pct-l] Scariest Sound

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Actually...I do have a scary story...and any suggestions would be  
appreciated...
 
 
About 13 years ago I took my family to the a site at in the Mount Hood  
National Forest...now let me set the mood a bit...a body had been found a few  days 
previously at the Brietenbush Hot Springs.  This is very popular site  out of 
Portland, Oregon..a lot of stoners... a lot of juicers getting mighty  
drunk...if you're looking for trouble in a national forest near Portland...this  is 
where you go...
 
but we were going to a site several miles from Brietenbush...the Skoomchuk  
trail head.  But..a body..had been found...that made me pause a  bit...
 
when we got there my first impression was...this place needs a porta  
potty...there were little pieces of toilet paper all over..little flowers of  shit 
encrusted white paper...not a pretty picture...but it was getting  dark...and my 
boy, at the time, all of 3 years old...well, pitch the tent and  appreciate 
the slightly marred beauty of the place.
 
So... tent was pitched...and the most important people in my  life...gathered 
their sleeping bags about them and went to sleep.
 
Skookumchuk = ( in Salishan...an American Indian language...) Chuck =   a 
place...Skookum = evil...Skookumchuk = a place of evil.
 
I sleep nude...sleep came accompanied by the occasional odd dream...the  
occasional buzzing of a mosquito...there was even an owl looking for a  mate...all 
seemed well..and then...
 
Boom , boom ,boom...what the hell?
 
Boom. boom, boom...not terribly loud, but enough to wake me up...but not  
loud enough to get me out of my sleeping bag...
 
and then boom, boom, boom...again...I got up...flashlight in hand...naked  
against the universe...what was that sound?   But I saw  nothing...
 
Imagination?   But it was so loud...it seemed to originate  against the cliff 
walls maybe 100 yards away,,,but I couldn't see anything that  would cause 
such a noise...
 
oh well, what the hell...back into my sleeping bag...
 
Boom. boom, boom...soft...like a bass drum through cotton...and again... me  
being naked...flahlight in hand...what could it be?  But it's  stopped...back 
into my sleeeping bag...maybe just a wierd dream...
 
Back into the sleeping bag...and then again...boom..boom..boom.    And 
again...me...flashlight in hand...looking..and looking...wondering if this  was some 
sort of candid camera thing...me..walking naked in the woods, good for  a lot 
of laughs......looking to find the source of a mysterious...and slightly  
frightening...sound....
 
Boom...boom...boom...again.   I figured...at this point..what  ever it 
was...there was nothing I could do about it...and while the  
sounds...occasionally...would occcur again.  I went to sleep...
 
Skookumchuck = place of evil...haven't been there since and don't plan to  go 
back...we all lived through the night...but what was that sound...?