At boy scout camp last summer. Our troop leader decided we should go on a night hike through the woods. It was scary enough, but rocks and sticks fell from the trees, we got lost, we passed by an old building's foundation and it looked like someone had already been living there. We heard random yells and roars like a bullfrog on steroids. I almost cried, I was scared for my life. I was so happy when I finally reached the campsite. I'll never forget hearing "Ok guys, we're back, it's way after taps, be quiet.". I'm never trusting him again...