Sorry, this first one wasn't while I was hanging...
Some where before albert mtn(I believe) there was a big dead rhody tunnel going up, but once I started down the foliage was coming back to life and not so depressing and I had seen grassy expanses off the right side of the trail maybe 20ft in diameter so I figured I'd pull off to the side a bit and take a leak. I had just finished and was getting ready to go when something sounded like a person had just exhaled loudly through their' nose and I turned around expecting to see one of the guys in the group behind me.
Instead all I glimpsed was a human calve and barefoot as it dissappeared silently into SOLID rhody forest... I hadn't seen anyone after I left everyone when I woke up that morning and the forest can get creepy alone... I pulled out my little buck knife and walked closer to where they had dissappeared and there was a rusted iron cross sticking out of the ground and a pile of stones... I didn't poop, I didn't run, but I think if I had tried to open my mouth I would have started yelling; and not the sane,"is someone out there?", but the I've been alone too long and I'm in the middle of nowhere and I just saw a woman's bare leg dissappear into the forest where an old grave is sort of scream(I imagine it would be mostly vowels).
The hanging story was last fall my friend J and I were going camping so he could get a little use out of his HH. It had poured rain and was freezing so after cooking up dinner and playing some cards(we need to find two other people down here so we can play eucher) we retired to our hammocks for the night. At about 3 in the morning I wake up to the sound of a plastic bottle being mangled and it wasn't out by our bear bag it was about 5 feet behind my head and J was on the opposite side. Finally the crunch popping stopped but from the shuffling of leaves, whatever it was, was coming straight toward me. So yet again my little knife came out and I rolled out of my hammock and to my feet ready for the worst thinking, "please not a hog". But there wasn't anything there just the same rock wall... then the plastic bottle started up again about 5 feet behind me so I spun around to see J smashing a water bottle down into his pack and he goes, "Dude is that a knife? Do you always jump out of bed with a knife ready?" The sound had been bouncing off the rock wall