I used to go camping a lot in the ‘80s with the then-love of my life. Both of us really loved and enjoyed it.
Funny, in a sense, that during the long dark overnights in the secluded woods we would often hear strange sounds, like something moving around. Almost certainly it was animals or maybe twigs falling from trees. But then who the heck knew for sure what it was. Could have been some nut job roaming around. Maybe I just watched too many horror flicks growing up.
When I was young, some friends (a couple) were sitting in a parked car one night at a secluded public park, only to notice someone in the trees staring at them.
I remember camping only once in my life. Nowadays, I’d agree with Jim Gaffigan about camping:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZg4Df_6gEA
Whenever i went camping i always though what easy pickings it would be there for a serial killer/rapist/psychopath..