I’m a Tribal Ranger in the Great Smoky Hills. The Mist Hides More Than Just the Mountains.
Автор: Hushed Murmurs
Загружено: 2025-12-21
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#Creepypasta #ParkRangerHorror #AppalachianHorror #CadesCove #SmokyMountains
Cades Cove looks peaceful to tourists. To park rangers, it’s a place with rules.
I’m a night patrol ranger in the Great Smoky Mountains, assigned to Cades Cove. On my first shift, I was handed a handwritten list of seven rules. No explanations. No questions allowed.
Rules about cabins that shouldn’t have lights. Footsteps you must never turn around to face. Barefoot figures in open fields that you absolutely do not acknowledge.
I assumed it was folklore. Ranger hazing. Appalachian superstition.
I was wrong.
The Smoky Mountains remember everything. Disappearances. Lost settlers. Things that never left the valley. And at night, something still walks Cades Cove, following patrol lights, whispering through abandoned cabins, watching from the treeline without blinking.
This is a slow-burn park ranger horror creepypasta inspired by Appalachian folklore, real Cades Cove legends, and wilderness night patrol stories tourists never hear.
⚠️ Listener discretion advised. Contains psychological horror, wilderness dread, and unsettling folklore.
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