What would really get me spooked about being lost (if I'm not with others) are axe-wielding psychopaths, miscreants and other kinds of bad guys. But then I tell myself that I'm better off being far away from "civilization" because they wouldn't be bothered going out into the bush to find a victim. It's more likely that I'd be unfortunate enough to cross paths with a gang of hooligans if I camped closer to "civilization".
I'm lucky enough to never have been lost, but I always went into the bush with a mental picture of the area - you know, where we were in relation to roads and creeks that led back to somewhere. That way if I did get lost, I'd try to find water first then head off in the general direction that would take me to the road.
Having said all that, and being human, and seeing that freaky picture above, and hearing all sorts of supernatural stories, and having a vivid imagination, and experiencing a weird event... if I was lost in the woods at night, I'd be all eyes - all ears - all other senses on high alert. I'd have my samurai sword out (if I had one) and probably not sleep a wink. I'd probably whirl around at every noise, expecting a berserk monster coming straight at me. It was a bit like that when I first heard a possum or wombat in the wild. Unearthly!
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