Hi there, I'm Samantha, Sam, and I was a park ranger for six years. I won't specify where

because I don't want to get in trouble. One of the people I worked with told me to read the other

park ranger stories on here, so I thought I'd give it a shot. And hell, it's good to see someone

being honest.

It inspired me to share some of my own stories.

People need to know what happens in the woods.

I quit my job a couple of years ago.

I couldn't deal with bottling up all the things I've seen.

Nobody wants to talk about them, but I feel like I'm drowning in the memories of it all.

So, I'm going to share them.

I don't know if I'll be able to share everything. It might be too hard, but I'll give it a go.

I hope this raises some awareness of the true dangers of the woods and makes people consider their safety.

I don't want people to think I'm copying someone or making these things up. I'm just

sharing my stories and experiences. Let's get into it. This was my first weird experience as a junior

ranger. To this day, I still don't know what I saw, but I know it wasn't friendly. I had just

received a call about screams coming from deeper in the forest,

off one of the more popular trails. This wasn't unusual. If you've heard a mountain lion,

you know it can sound like a woman screaming. Just as I was about to set off, my chief at the

time asked to come along. I found this odd because the job seemed

too insignificant for his rank, but I brushed it off. I was new and figured maybe he wanted

to check my progress. We set off, making small talk, and I was obviously trying to suck up a little.

We were joking around when he made a quick remark about taking even

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