I got lost in the woods for less than six hours. But somehow, it felt like I was there for days. My friends and I went hiking one Saturday afternoon. We stayed on the trail for most of the day. Around 5 PM, we decided to head back. That’s when I realized I’d left my water bottle at a spot we’d stopped earlier. I told my friends I’d catch up with them. I turned around and walked back down the trail. It took longer than I expected. When I finally found the bottle, the sun was already starting to go down. I turned around to head back. Except I couldn’t find the trail. I walked for about twenty minutes. Nothing looked familiar. I pulled out my phone. No service. I decided to just keep walking in the direction I thought we’d come from. Then I heard someone yell my name. It sounded like one of my friends. I yelled back. “Where are you?” No answer. A few seconds later, I heard my name again. This time it sounded closer. I started walking toward the voice. Then I stopped. Something didn’t feel right. I remembered my friend telling me earlier that he was going to wait at the trailhead. He wouldn’t have been this deep in the woods. I turned around. The voice called my name again. Except this time… It sounded exactly like my mom. I hadn’t told anyone where I was hiking. I started walking in the opposite direction. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I sped up. They sped up. I stopped. The footsteps stopped. I started walking again. They started again. I eventually found an old hunting cabin. The door was unlocked. I went inside and decided to wait until morning. There was an old chair, a fireplace, and a table. On the table was a map of the woods. I picked it up. Someone had marked several locations with red X’s. Then I noticed something. One of the X’s was exactly where I was standing. I heard footsteps outside. I turned off my flashlight. Someone walked around the cabin. Slowly. Then they stopped outside the door. I heard my friend’s voice. “Open the door.” I didn’t move. “Come on. It’s me.” I stayed silent. Then the voice changed. It became my mom’s voice. Then my dad’s. Then my own voice. Finally, it whispered: “Please open the door.” I stayed inside until sunrise. When I finally stepped outside, there was nobody there. I found the trail a few hours later and eventually made it back. My friends told me they’d been looking for me all night. I asked them if they’d ever come looking for me in the woods. They said no. Then one of them asked me something strange. “Why did you keep calling us?” I told him I hadn’t. He pulled out his phone. There were twelve missed calls from my number. All from between 1 AM and 4 AM. I checked my own phone. I had no record of making them. Then my friend played me the voicemail from the last call. It was completely silent for several seconds. Then my own voice whispered: “Don’t let me out of the woods.” #fyp #viral #scary #scarystories #scarytiktoks - @midnight_nightmare_files