5 TRUE SCARY STORIES Encounters in the Woods (2)

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Fed flashlight tag. But there's a catch. As you catch people,
you have to correctly identify who they are, and if
you can, they join forces with the hunters. The last
man standing gets a candy bar or something whatever is
being offered as a prize. This is how we play
it anyways. For the first round, I get lumped in

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with the runners, those who are getting chased by the hunters.
We get a five minute head start to run, climb
up a tree, whatever the hell we want to do
to evade the hunters. Usually I'm the one up in
the tree, but that never really worked out as the
winning spot. So to try to score a win for once,

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I decide to play the cat and use one surefire
method of escape, and the hiding spot was the rude
little path through the thicket. It took most of the
headstart time to find the damn thing because it was
so well hidden and out of the way. As I
passed a few hiding spots, I heard hushed, smothered whispering

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between siblings who are questioning my actions, like a bird's
wings rustling when it's fluffing itself. It should be noted
that I have bat hearing. My ears are possibly my
greatest asset in this game. When I'm just reaching the destination,
I hear the short blast of an airhorn announcing that

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five minutes are up. I swan dove into this little
path in the undergrowth, shuffling on my hands and knees,
and tell I'm about half way in, crouching down like
some huge malformed quail. The hunters are doing an initial
sweep through the trails, looking for obvious hiders and people

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trying to change spots. When they finally reach me, they
reach the dead end and go straight back. I tried
to readjust myself and crawl further into the tunnel. I
honestly don't know how it happened, but I found an
even more hidden path behind that one, and accidentally I

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dragged my stupid body down the rabbit hole. Except instead
of ending in a dead end, this one ended in
a slight hollow. I don't want to describe exactly what
I found there. I'm sorry, I just can't. It was
a younger looking woman, naked, covered in lacerations and stab

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wounds in the fetal position. Her glassy, glazed eyes seemed
to look straight through me. I won't go any further
than that I was too scared to scream. I froze
there while dark burgundy stains formed on my jenes. I
stood there in a pseudo catatonic position, like a more

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carving for what seemed like hours, and then I heard
someone else coming along that path. Have you ever been
so scared for that one moment, that one insane moment
you truly consider something incredibly stupid as a valuable option
to escape. That was one of those moments. I let

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out a short, trembling whimper and started moving. Whoever was
on the path stopped and then eagerly started moving forward again.
I could hear the panting, uneven breaths of a man.
It was getting closer and closer to me by the second.
By some wondrous, beautiful miracle, he missed the path leading

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to the brushy hollow. I heard him moving down past
the entrance, dragging something clunky and awkward behind him. I
heard clinking noises and the occasional effort to silence the small,
sharp noises. I heard a low curve somewhere towards the
end of the tunnel, and I blasted out of the

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undergrowth like a bullet forcing its way out of a barrel. Cracks, crashes,
and obnoxious rustling was all around me. As I heard
the man sharply and take a breath and began to
move towards me, the horse deep panting was getting closer
and closer to me, a testament of how I was
too slow at exiting. Somehow, I exploded out of the entrance,

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got onto my wobbly half a sleep legs, and started
booking it down the trail. The unknown pursuer was close
behind me for a bit, but it seemed that he
was too exhausted to chase me at that same speed
for long. I know everyone loves to rip on the
fact that people always trip in horror movies, but honestly,

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tripping is something that I'm amazed I didn't do with
ajournaline coursing through me at the speed of a USA
on bolt. Trying to make my jellowlike unsteady walking appendages
work to move away from whoever was behind me was
like trying to run on water. It felt like an eternity.
But I finally reached the main entrance running back into

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the camp. But I finally reached the main trail running
back to the camp, and I sprinted down it screaming, bloody,
murder focused faces looked out from the trees, and I
think someone called after me. Reaching the camp was easy,
but trying to explain why I woke up half the
people in the camp and bolted out of the woods

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at breakneck speed was harder. When I finally choked the
words out to explain, I remembered a profound, insidious silence
throughout the group of adults waiting at the mouth of
the trail. I don't really remember a whole lot from
that point on. I know the cops were called, and
my mother and aunt ran shrieking and whiling along the trail,

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trying to get the other kids to come back to safety.
When someone's yelling like that, you don't ignore it. They
rounded everyone up in thirty seconds flat and barreled back
into the camp. The police found a man out in
the woods, creeping along the trail, clutching a knife and
a black garbage bag with a plethora of sharp instruments,

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and they also found a saw that was abandoned on
the trail, with some speckled and smear dried blood on it.
I don't really think that there's any getting over this.
I still have nightmare, sometimes of the man chasing me,
breathing heavily down my neck, trying to catch me, and
sometimes he succeeds. Happened circa nineteen seventy one or nineteen

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seventy two when