It's been a while; hello to the folks I haven't met, and good to see you again to the old timers.
Creepiest story I have is one day, just rambling about the Cedar State Forest near Lebanon. It was in early March of 1994, still cold enough to keep bugs at bay. 12ga loaded with #4 shot in case a coyote got unlucky.
I walked up a trail near the edge of the forest and found a really nice place to set up and maybe call a coyote. Sign there indicated anything coming In would come along the ridge and be in a perfect spot about 20yards in front - 10 o'clock with me at 6 and straight in front at 12.
Very shortly after the song of the mortally wounded rabbit ceased, I heard something coming. Unmistakable sounds of canine feet trotting up the trail, even a little panting. The cover from the trail was about 50yards either side from the trees, wide open, so I just looked, waiting for what I figured would be a wandering family pet dog to emerge. Nothing emerged, though I heard the sound come closer. The sound didn't stop, change, or have any difference as it came directly towards me, cut slightly to the left and went around and away from me. I never saw anything. The cover was very sparse, rocks and a few sparse little cedars.
At that moment, I wasn't creeped out, just thought it weird. I left and went home, which was close. It was a few days later when creepy met weird, and over the years I've pondered what I really experienced there.