I had long waited to climb Mount Washington , in New Hampshire and finally , my friends and I had found a weekend where we were all free . I , being the proactive citizen I am , decided to look into campgrounds the day of . As you can imagine , this went spectacularly . I ended up finding a road that had a few tent sites here and there , but it was close to the mountain and free , so I decided that we ' d just go there . After many delays , we ended up leaving at 10 PM . I live in Massachusetts , so it ' s like maybe a 3 hour drive , plus an hour of breaks , gas refills , eating etc . It ' s the middle of the night , and we ' re driving through a rural town with virtually no inhabitants and few working lights when the GPS signals us to turn left . We comply and enter this unpaved and abandoned road . Not a single car in site . The trees are incredibly thick . The road is thin , and gets thinner as we ' re moving along in the car . Oh , and what ' s this ? We ' re nearly out of gas ! Wonderful ! It ' s a very eerie sensation to have you headlights on in a road like that . It ' s very much like a horror movie , where you expect some creature to just wander past the car . And to the rear window , it ' s as if somebody dropped a black curtain above it . Eventually , we start passing sites that look like tents are supposed to be in . Now , we ' re all pretty spooked . We ' re ~ 10 miles away from anybody , our gas is practically gone friend was too stubborn to back pedal and refill , no service on our phones and we have a vague idea of where we are . And it ' s 2 in the morning . We pulled to the side of the road and one friend and myself decide to see if there is actually a site nearby . Remember slender ? That ' s us with a flickering flashlight and in the middle of nowhere . About 2 seconds into searching , the light dies . It ' s okay . There ' s moonlight and the faint glow of the milky way . I ' ll be able to fsquish Phone on . Blood trail . Heaping pile of guts . Touch to feel temperature . Blood warm , guts warmer . Nope ' d the hell out of there . Drove for another 2 miles down the road , decided we ' d sleep in the car instead of the tent . Anyways , we make it out yay ! the next morning . We decide to climb a difficult route Tuckermans Ravine . Sidenote people have died on the trail because of avalanches . The climb up is lonely and hard . We passed only one other group , and it was a brief meeting . We ascended upwards , and I kept noticing bits of bear excrement . Followed by more , and then a bit more . And the clouds are starting to roll in . Big time . maybe we should go backNah , that ' s pansy stuffClouds are really looking dark now , and the poop piles are following the same path . Wait we ' ve been this path before . And we ' ve been here , too . We ' re lost . Oh boy . In the end , we did find our way up . Luckily , it didn ' t rain while we were climbing up down though ! Oh man ! We hitchhiked down ! , and we never ran into a bear . It was a memorable trip . Not the creepiest on the list by far , but when you ' re put into something like that where it ' s like ' oh shit , there are bears nearby ' and ' oh shit , nobody knows where you are including yourself ', with a tad bit of ' wow , that weather looks like the best weather to go climbing on slippery rocks with ! ', you kinda wake up to the fact that camping can be scary . I ' ll provide pics of the road later if anybody wants them . I think I have the road name somewhere , too . The story was pretty boring , I ' m sure . Will edit later . It ' s late now and I just wanted to write it down so I wouldn ' t forget about this question . TLDR 4 guys hike trail known for having killed people . Stepped in blood trailpile of guts . See bear poop , clouds roll in . Life starts sucking . EDIT Jefferson Notch Road