Sorry this is going to be a long story, I hope you take it seriously because halfchan was a bunch of faggots. I'm pretty sure I encountered a legitimate "evil" witch of some sort, listen.
I don't honestly dont like talking about this in person, but -
About 5 years ago I was camping with my family at a local Midwest campground (it's a public campground but VERY out of the way and isolated. It is the midwest) We rented a 1 (one) room cabin (literally just a bunk bed, table, & mini fridge) with tents outside. I decided to crash in a tent outside so I dont have to share a bunk with my little brother, obviously.
Anyway, I crash in the tent. Around midnight, approximately, I awake briefly to the sound of twigs/branches snapping. I think nothing of it as my mom loves to sit by the campfire all night feeding it sticks. I pass back out immediately.
Within a short period of time my step dad is at the tent door waking me up in a serious voice, telling me to get inside immediately (I assume it's a storm, we are in Iowa and its normal). Something about his demeanor is definitely off though, hes normally a tough guy and storms don't phase him at all. I get inside the cabin and everyone is obviously disturbed (mom, step dad, little brother/little sister). I think it's a little odd but stay my cocky self.
Here is where it gets really sketchy. Apparently they had been hearing footsteps (around the porch) and weird guttural noises for about 5 minutes before my step dad came out to grab me. I didn't realize it at the time, but my step dad had his gun out when he woke me up, which never happens.
Once I was in the cabin I sit on the bunk chill like, but everyone else is literally shaking. That's when I hear it - branches cracking. Not like the wind, like somebody is LITERALLY on our porch breaking sticks. Over and over and over again. Keep in mind we're at a campground WAY out of town, meaning we would have heard a car pull up if it was DNR, and if it was another camper, well, they would have to walk 20+ miles to get to us…
We hear the breaking of twigs and everyone is dead still. Obviously footsteps on our cabin porch. Then it begins patrolling the cabin doing what I can only describe as "chants", although the breathing was very labored. It sounded like "HEH HUH HUH HAH HEH HUH HUH HAH", almost native American in a way, but nothing like I've ever heard before, and we have close native friends.
Anyway, it finally stops and after about an hour (probably 3am?) My step dad decided to check the perimeter so we can sleep. The second he opens the door he's stopped in his tracks. Literally a MASSIVE pile of broken sticks lays in front of our door, I'm talking 3ft high. He kicks it over and walks around. Nothing. Except for a scattering of rocks at the bottom of the steps (there are LITERALLY no rocks out here, it's all dirt and grass). He locks up and stays up all night watching the door. He's not superstitious at all but he was terrified.
It's also worth noting that the brush behind the cabing was all bent up, but those woods just lead to 50+ miles of wilderness.
It's been nearly 10 years and I still haven't camped since that trip. My fiance thinks I'm retarded and that I need to get over it. The sounds I heard cant be erased. I'm convinced we encountered some type of witch.