Top 5 Bingeable Scary Stories • FOREST HORROR Edition

BONUS EPISODE!

Time Stamps:
#4 -- "Sleep Well?” -- 1:04 -- Teen sees a trap that is set for him
#3 -- "Dig" -- 9:55 -- Young couple hears something digging outside their tent
#2 - "Laughter" -- 15:43 -- Hunters hear strange sounds in woods at night
#1 - "Bells Canyon" -- 24:00 -- Big time outdoorsman doesn't want to go camping after this event
Bonus Live Story -- "Ghost Town" -- 35:01 -- A place so evil, it is illegal to go there

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[MrBallen]

We are trying out some new formats. Let us know what you think of this bonus episode! Also, don't miss this Sunday's video for a MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT!

[cmenorp]

"Do you know how to get to Bells Canyon?"

Me: *numerous gunshots*

[BOMBheadDOM]

Legend has it, he even used to upload 3, 4 or even 5 times a week

[Camosmusic]

Our son was murdered on April 5th... it's been one of the worst tragedies we've ever experienced. Being able to hear you tell stories helps me briefly escape the harsh reality we are dealing with. I used to watch these with our son at times, which helps bring some good memories in. Thanks for the bonus episode man.

[kathymisuraca]

It's 4am and I'm on the patio smoking and watching this. A frog just jumped in my lap and I nearly peed myself

[Freeth]

MRBALLEN TWICE IN ONE WEEK? ITS A MIRACLE
EDIT: PLS STOP replying to my comment im being bombarded by notifications my phone bouta brake

[agirlnamedgoo-]

"Do you know how to get to Bell's Canyon" will forever be the best catchphrase from this channel. We need Bell's Canyon merch!

[mythaintaken]

It’s wonderful how MrBallen’s channel is meant to produce haunting stories but their comment section is so wholesome.

[cyka]

Apparently the digging woman is still in the forests of Maine. Campers say they catch her peeking at them from behind trees before she disappears, only to be caught peeking at them again. At night it’s said she unzips people’s tents just enough to peek at them through the hole and watch them sleep.

[jahidalhasan]

In the age of shorts and reels, this guy has the ability to hold the attention of his audience for 57 minutes straight.

[harrisonsiwiwaliondo]

You know its gonna be a good week when you get the strange dark and mysterious delivered in story format, twice.

[maddrexyy]

As someone who loves being in the outdoors I can confidently say that the scariest sound in the woods is dead silence

[resignator]

Most of these stories seem like they could be explained by homeless, insane, or methed up people living in the woods. It's way more common than you think. I found a homeless guy's tent on my land years ago and I am 20 miles from town. Called the sheriff and they found the fella fishing in a creek nearby. Long story short, I ended up hiring the guy to help me for the summer. His brother ended up getting him a job driving a semi in another state later that year. Still talk to him on FB once in awhile. Stay cool, Bill. Glad you made it out :)

[Chris-lkug]

31:51 I had a fairly similar experience back when I was camping in the sticks of southern New Jersey. For a some context I was 18, freshly homeless and a severe drug addict. (I had been shooting heroin since I was 16) sometimes I would just go into the woods to get away. It made it easier to curve the craving because some days I would wake up and decide “today I’m gonna get clean” *spoiler alert* I didn’t get sober until I was 25 and luckily have managed to put together 3 years sober. Anyway I had basically dropped out of HS in my senior year because again, I was homeless now and just didn’t have the desire to wake up in the woods and still go to school. I had been camping deep deep in the sticks and I hadn’t seen anybody for days. I was roughly 120 pounds so I didn’t need much food. I had some “cup of soup”, bread and a fat jar of peanut butter that my mom gave me when she kicked me out. She said “peanut butter has a lot of protein. It’ll keep you alive” 😂 I had a tent, sleeping bag, flashlights, a fire set up and I had quite a couple phones that I had acquired but I obviously didn’t have the funds to pay for service. I just had them for entertainment purposes. Downloaded movies, videos, music, games, etc. just to pass time. I also had two 5, 000 mah power banks and one 2, 500 power bank that anytime I could, would get charged. I had a 10” survival knife and I had a handgun with 8 rounds. Needless to say I wasn’t too worried about company, that said I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t skip a beat when I heard somebody talking to themselves not far off from my campsite. My first thought was to quickly put my fire out and hide, but the dude sounded so close that I figured it was better if I had light to see 1 where he is, 2 what shape he was in and most importantly 3, if he was carrying anything. Now I can’t stress enough how unsettling it is to just hear somebody, that I presumed to be out of their mind because they were having a complete conversation with themselves but they also just started talking out loud because again, they were close af, and I definitely would’ve heard him much earlier had he been talking to himself. Now I did have a headphone on in the beginning but I definitely would’ve heard him. He wasn’t being quiet. The voice got louder and louder for about 10 or so seconds and I finally got a look at the dude. He was much older than me, not much heavier than me and he didn’t have anything as far as a backpack, gear, wasn’t carrying anything. Obviously I can’t see into his pockets but the first reaction was, “okay, he looks harmless.” When he was finally in view it was so weird. I was hyper fixated on him and he never looked at me. Mind you I have a whole ass campsite. The only reason I could even see the guy was because of the glow from my fire but he didn’t directly acknowledge me or the campsite. I did forget to mention that by this time he was just mumbling now. So in a way, I think that was his way of acknowledging my presence, in a weird way.
I said “Yo”, no reaction.
“YO”, nothing.
“Yo, are you good?”, no reaction.
“Cool, good talk.” Looks at me ☠️ and begins walking towards me. At that point in my life I really didn’t understand the look he gave me, but years later, “ripping and running” as we say; homelessness and the crowd that I had migrated towards, I had seen that look dozens of times now. The look that somebody has when “nobody is home”. This guy had issues. He walks up to about 3-6 feet from me, the other side of the fire and sits on the ground, knees up/ holding them and begins talking to me (I think) because he addressed me as “Ricky”.(Ricky is not my name). I never told him that I wasn’t Ricky and at this point I was just watching him, gauging the situation. He asked where I had been and if I “even got the corn”. That I told him I was going to be back in 15 minutes and that I took his pills, because he hadn’t been able to find them after I left. I didn’t try to convince him who I was, or wasn’t. I just said “I got lost”. At this point I couldn’t tell if he was just fucking with me or if he was legitimately insane. I asked him, where he had been staying and he said “at the campground” I asked where it was and he told me “let’s go, you got the corn right? I’m making shepherds pie.”
I told him I already ate and he got pretty pissed off. He got up, so I got up; thinking he was gonna swing but he just yelled shit that to this day, made zero sense and he turned around and left. About 2 hours later (roughly 11pm) I woke up to him basically patrolling my site, talking to himself. I yelled at him while getting out of the tent and he just said “give me my pills”. That’s when I told him, “I’m not Ricky, I’ve never seen you before today and I’m going to fuck you up if you don’t leave my campsite.” He just stared at me with that deadpan “nobodies home look”. Almost like he wasn’t looking at me but passed me. It actually made me turn around because I thought maybe there really was a buddy of his out in these woods. He didn’t say anything and he didn’t break eye contact for what felt like minutes. He turned around and left.
I didn’t go back to sleep but I didn’t leave either. Just sat on the log that was next to the fire and played a game on my phone, making sure it was on silent so I was ready if he returned; which he did sometime after 3am. This time, I heard his approach and shined a flashlight in the direction. Which he basically walked into and he just stared and said “give me my fucking shit”.
I was pretty pissed off at this point and I asked
“Buddy, do you kill people? Are you a serial killer?” (Wasn’t genuinely asking, it was the set up)
Thankful the crazy bastard says, “Yes, im a serial killer.”
I pulled my gun out, tried my hardest to sound confident and convincing and said “Heey, me too! Let’s see who’s better at it?”
Eyes went wide, he screamed; then ran tf out of there. It sounded like he tripped over his feet a right after he bounced but I couldn’t see him. All I could hear was his running thru the brush and trees.
I waited about 5 minutes after the last sound I heard of him, packed my shit up, called my friend that I went to school with and he told me I could stay on his couch a few nights. I never went back to those woods. I played it cool but that’s when I finally realized that I didn’t want to die. It’s crazy how that can happen. I had told myself and anybody I knew since I started shooting dope that I wasn’t afraid of death. That I was miserable and if it happens it happens. I genuinely believed that up until that 3rd time I saw the dude.
I only stayed in jersey another few weeks then I left and moved to Florida. Lasted 2 years then bounced to LA. Haven’t actually camped since 😂
Anyway sorry for the long story. The “bell canyon” dude just reminded me of that.
🫡

[healthywealthy]

7 years later
Matt's 6 year old son: Dad
Matt: Yes son?
Matt's 6 year old son: ...do you know how to get to Bells Canyon?

[blackapple]

Things that MrBallen’s Camping Storys taught me:
1. Bring 1-2 guns and enough ammo
2. Never camp alone
3. Tell your family / friends
4. Take a GPS tracker so family members know where you are
5. The clearing for campsite should be at least couple hundred feet in diameter
6. (Optional) take nightvision / thermal goggles with you

[Jackieism]

A BONUS 1 HOUR VIDEO?? IN THE MIDDLE OF A WEEK?? I MUST BE DREAMING

[MB_Ghostie]

These stories remind me why I will NEVER camp alone. I already hate going to the bathroom alone when I go camping.

[danid]

The Bells Canyon story is simultaneously hilarious and terrifying.

[CONSTABLE-]

I absolutely can’t tear myself away from these stories! Each new story makes your skin crawl, as if you are alone with the dark forces of the forest. Prepare to be carried away into a world of forest horror - and don't forget to check if the windows are closed before plunging into this mystical world!