The only hunter you need is Medusa obviously <| sep |> Camping for the first time at Caddo Lake in northeast Texas . We got there around noon to set up camp . Its beautiful , tall thick pines , cypress trees . Really nice . and quiet . and still . too fucking quiet and still . So we make camp my wife and I and start our little walk around the park , just to scope it out . It is deathly quiet in this place . We went up a nature trail , iy was odd because there were so many downed trees in the path in various stages of being cleared . which was cool and all , but for me , the walls started caving in . I started having a panic attack in the middle of the trail . Sooo still there . Soooo quiet . I was lucky my wife has her ways to calm me down . Lol . On the back to camp , we swing by some pond , i dont remember the name offhand , but i swear to Christ its the same pond from IT when they see georgies dead father rise out of the muck . makes cringe just thinking about it . We get back to camp . Make what fire we can from our wet ass wood . Eat and get ready to turn in . By now it drizzling and getting cold . All of a sudden , all at once , the damn wildlife decides to show up . All of them all at once . and then the trees started falling . I shit you not , one after another . Seemed like every 40 minutes , we would hear a giant pine tree break and start falling until it hit the soggy ground . I never made it to sleep . Constantly in fear of being crushed by a 40 ton tree that hates us for no reason . Probably not the ghost story you wanted to hear , but between the very odd lack of movement in the daytime , and the utter outburst of impending danger at night . Caddo Lake is fucking creepy as hell to me and it still is . Never again . That whole region of texas is now known as the thickness to us .