This isn't so much of a ghost story, but it was spooky. When I was on the Oregon PCT, I'd hike all day and by the time I'd turn in - my shelter was a Gore-Tex® bivi bag - I'd just enter and sleep. But one night, near the headwaters of the Rouge River, I stopped early. I fixed dinner and sat around as dusk turned to night. As I looked out beyond my camp area, I swear I could see eyes at various heights above the ground, looking back at me. And I could hear twigs snapping. I was sure I was being surrounded. I didn't sleep well, if at all, that night, and I never "waited as darkness arrived" again for the rest of the journey.