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>be boy scout
>camping at a summer camp getting merit badges and shit
>supposedly the campground was cursed by a Native American chief whose lived on the land
>grass never grows where he supposedly died
>sleeping one night, awakened by the sound of bipedal running
>sounds like a young boy running, tripping and falling
>something large is chasing it
>thrashing and panting through the trees
>curl up in my sleeping bag and try to fall back asleep
>in the morning ask if anyone went to take a piss, nobody did
I'm still pretty spooked to this day.
