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>Visiting girlfriend's parents in north-ish Ontario, near the extremity of the Niagara Escarpment
>She spends the day at the spa with her girlfriends so I rent a mountain bike to explore the back country
>Enjoy some top-notch single trail mountain biking
>Leave the main trails, start following rough single trail (expecting more technical routes)
>Get deeper and deeper into the woods. I maintain good bearings so I know how to get back out
>Eventually I'm very deep and the pre-established path is barely present
>Feel that familiar /out/ spoopy feeling where everything goes silent. The wind, the birds, the leaves, everything.
>Suddenly the ride isn't fun and I'm going quarter-speed; feeling like I'm scanning for a predator
>Dodge a bunch of broken glass in a weird clearing that appears in a sudden clearing
>Hear a gravelly voice that simply says "Get him"
>Hear a growling beast charging through the bush
>I do a 180 and NOPE out of there at mach speed
>Just tearing it through the path, way faster than I've ever rode on a mountain bike
>Never looked back but I could hear something chasing me the entire ride until I cleared a creek
>Look back, feeling safe, and I just see the woods and nothingness
Very possible I simply wound up accidentally trespassing and some old man sicced their dog on me, but the eeriness and fear through the whole situation was something I've never felt before or again.
I later looked at satellite imagery and based on approximations of where I was, there were no formal dwellings in a nearby vicinity.
Pic related, taken a little before the trip got spoopy.
