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>out walking through countryside in SW England, hot af, wanna smoke, climb through hedge into small dark area of trees and bushes
>only easy way to get in, surrounded by brambles and swampy shit
>sit on fallen tree facing entrance, skin up, beer, smoke, sun starting to set. Monged, been walking all day and tired, smoke too much, drift off
>*crunch* *crunch* *crunch* *crunch*
>wake up, unmistakable sound of human feet on twigs, dark af now, keep hearing crunching footsteps approach entrance 25-30m away
>certain I can see large dark outline of a man and a faint glow of a cigarette moving up and down through bushes. Frozen in stoned paranoid terror, eyes peeled back staring at entrance. No knife, no torch
>30mins pass, still frozen staring at entrance, sweating that cold anxious fear sweat, pitch black now, still think I can see a faint glow of a cig moving and hearing very slight rustling noises, not sure though
>start thinking I'm just tripping out from the skunk, still freaked out. Decide to leg it through dense thorny bastard brambles to get out, get cut to fuck, thorns stuck all over me, cap falls off. Finally wrestle through, run like fuck
>get home, ponder the incident, realise I was a stoned retard and nothing was there, tell mates everything, they mock me. Go back next day with mates to reclaim favourite hat from brambles
>no hat anywhere
>walk around to where I entered the area
>enormous wellington boot imprints that aren't mine
>9 cigarette butts on the ground
>feel sick
>two mates speechless and visibly uneasy
>2 months later, rumour goes around that a woman was stalked whilst walking her dog by a very large man dressed in black in the same area
>I don't walk there anymore
