Spring Lake Horror Story

Here's a ghost story that I'm sure that'll bring chills down your spine and will give you goose bumps.
The story goes something like this.

 Back in the early 70s. A friend of the family was in the army stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina. He had a friend, who was also a mutual friend of ours. He says, one day his friend went deer hunting somewhere in the Spring Lake area, close to Fort Bragg.

After a long day of deer hunting, he wasn't able to shoot a deer, so he began his long walk back to his vehicle. He followed along the railroad track, because the tracks lead to where his truck was parked at. Somewhere along the way, he remembered seeing a shack of some sorts close by the railroad tracks. He begin to walk by the building, and then, he noticed that there was smoked meat hanging on the rafters in front of the shack. Not having bagged a deer all day, he thought it would've been a good idea to stop by the shack to see if the owner was willing to sale some of that smoked meat so he could bring at least something home to his wife.

 He knocked on the door, there was no answer. So, he noticed that the door was inlocked, so, he opened it and walked slowly inside. It was pitch dark in there, his eyes had not adjusted to the darkness yet. he bumped into something. When he touched it, it was cold and made of metal. He lit lighter. It was a metal coffin, a casket of all things. Shocked, and being somewhat curious. He opened the thing. And when he opened it, he was even more moved. It was filled to the brim with a dark liquid. He said that he just had to dip his fingers into it to determine what it was. The liquid was cold, and he tasted it. It was blood. The casket was filled to the brim with what appeared to be blood.
With that being discovered, he left that shack and went immediately home.

When he got home, he told his wife what happened, and both of them went to to the shack to see it.
She saw it and was mortified. Later on the following day day, they told us about it. We went down there to see it. When we arrived at the shack, we saw the smoked meat hanging on the rafters in front of the shack. We went inside, there was no coffin there. No trace of it. They swore that they saw it.
There was a trace of alcohol on their breath. I could smell it.

Maybe they saw what they claimed to have seen. I don't know. Sound pretty convincing, and down right creepy and scary.

The world could be stranger than you think, stranger than fiction. You don't have to believe everything you hear, but give it some respect for what it is.