5 TRUE SCARY STORIES Encounters in the Woods (1)

Episode Transcript

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By that time, I was done. I was ready to
nope the fuck out of there, but Katrina would not budge.
I told her that I was leaving, and she told
me that she was going to stay. I wanted to
beg her to come with me, but I decided to
leave without her because I couldn't stand being there any longer.

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I jogged back through the woods, careful not to slip
on any of the damp leaves, but the fallen tree
was covered in them, so I had to tiptoe my
way across. Halfway across, a chill went through my body,
leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin, and
I ran. I ran so fast that I forgot how

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slippery the log was, so I didn't realize that I
was falling into the ravine until I had already hit
the rocky bottom. I heard a loud crack and looked
down to see that my femur was broken and sticking
through my skin. Things got foggy after that, but I
guess I screamed loud enough for the closest neighbors to

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call nine one one. I'm just happy that I screamed
loud enough to save Katrina. The police and e m
Ts found me lying in the ravine, crying and grasping
at my broken leg. The last thing I remember was
pointing towards the woods and telling them to look for Katrina.
I woke up the next day with my leg hooked

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up to the ceiling and traction in a world of pain.
My mom was holding my hand and she said that
when I was ready, the police would like to talk
to me. I asked if I was in trouble, but
she said it wasn't anything like that. They just needed
to ask me a few questions. A policeman came in

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and asked if I had seen a man in the
woods before I broke my leg. I recounted the events
that happened and asked if they had found Katrina. They
had when I left. The man started asking Katrina about
her family and if she had any big, scary brothers
that would come looking for her if she was out

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too late. Their conversation was cut off by my screams,
and Katrina immediately ran towards the sound. Luckily, the man's
reflexes weren't as fast, and though he tried, he never
caught up with her. She said that when she looked
around at the end of the woods. He was running
back into them. She thought that maybe he was going

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to get help. Turns out there was no lost puppy.
The police never found the creepy man, but they did
find a bag hidden in the brushes by where he
first spotted him. Inside the bag with some rope, duct
tape and a pair of binoculars. Sometimes I have nightmares

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about what could have happened that day, and even now
I get chills when I go into the woods. To
give some explanation and background knowledge for this whole encounter,
I was around fifteen at the time this occurred. I

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was camping out in the middle of nowhere with my
family and part of my extended family being my aunt,
uncle and cousins. I was the oldest kid in the RV,
so you can probably understand how it felt to have
no one else do the stupid crap I did back then,
with with a good two year gap between me and

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the inferiors, it was almost like nirvana when I got
to the campground and met other teenagers. These were all
people we knew fairly well from previous camping trips, so
it was considered normal to hit it off with them.
From the start and act like we've known each other
forever within the hour. Now on to the story. My

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parents trusted me lot, no lie. I liked my fun,
but I also liked getting home in time for dinner
equally as much so. When I was gone for most
of the day with other people from the camp, they
didn't think much of it. The only rule was that
I had to be back at the RV and time
to eat dinner, and before eight thirty in the evening.

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So picture this a group of sixteens, all fifteen to sixteen,
out in the middle of the woods with no adult
supervision for the vast majority of the day. Just a
recipe for success right there. On this particular day, we
found a neat little deer trail that we hadn't seen

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in the two years we had been out there before.
On second thought, though it didn't really seem like a
deer trail. It sneaked through a really thick part of
the underbrush, maybe a foot of clear ground, clear of
any branches going upwards. It's a really hard thing to
pick out of the brush unless you either were really

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looking or nowhere it is already. It was promptly explored,
marked with a broken branch outside the entrance, and quickly forgotten,
except I remembered this little special tunnel. That night, while
we were all eating dinner, one of the adults proposed
that we played man Hunt out in the woods at night.

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Not everyone was totally on board with this idea, but
in the grand scheme of the plan, they were all
squashed down like autumn leaves. Everyone got a flashlight and
everyone was assigned to a team. For those of you
who aren't sure what man hunt is, here's an explanation.
Everyone that is playing is given a flashlight, then we're

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divided up into two groups. It's basically like a glory
of