Not a ham radio story, but I was radio man back in BCT on our final FTX, which is basically extreme camping with rifles and yelling. I carted around the ancient CINCGARS radio, we didn't have Harris radios. So my platoon is off in our little bivouac area, and I've got the midnight shift manning the radio. There's literally nothing to hear- single channel, plain text, and I'm basically just trying not to fall asleep listening to the white noise.
But we were in Fort Leonard Wood, MO. This place is infamous for skin walker stories, it's in the middle of nowhere. The whole place always gave me a terrifying vibe; the woods always got too quiet when we werent doing anything. I was sitting in the center of the perimeter, and everyone had a battle buddy with them at all times, so we didn't have any skinwalker worries at that moment. But I kept hearing little voices on the radio. Not like I was getting a distant transmission- I know what those sound like. This was like someone was really close, within a mile or two, and just speaking really softly or transmitting on low power. I had the only working radio in the platoon, and we were way out of range of the other guys' sets, far away on the southern edge of the TA. This voice kept saying things that sounded like words but were complete gibberish, like someone who knows how English sounds but doesn't actually speak it. It kept happening, but every time I tried to let one of the roving guards hear, the voice seemed to take a break. It never talked long enough that I could show anyone.
That experience haunts me as much as any thing I've experienced in my Army career.