>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Um3MhkU0u7k we hear the vocals of Sloop John B, but with no backing music, and REALLY echoey (it wasn't echoey out there)>it sounds slow and really fucking close>we hear footsteps crunching leaves right outside our tent>my dog is growling under her throat, the kind that dogs do before they actually bark>steps are right in front of the tent, music is right outside and loud, but sounds crystal clear>footsteps go around the tent>my gf is crying, almost breaking my arm squeezing it>I just start laughing without making a sound, look at her as if to say "ooooh how spooky~">she is bawling and covering her mouth to not make a sound>I have my hatchet and gun with me but don't grab them yet>footsteps suddenly stop right behind our head>footsteps lead off into the brush, but we don't hear the rustling required in the pitch dark to wrestle through the shrubs and vines and shit>music fades with it>I look out the mouth of the tent, nobody there>gf cries herself to sleep>I laugh and fall asleep>next morning we get out and the soft dirt has leaves all around our tent but no footprints that aren't from our own shoes???
I don't know what happened that night. My gf thinks a skinwalker came to us because we disrespected his space and tried to lead us out with something I'm familiar with. Instinctively I knew to laugh and not let anything make me afraid.
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