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About 4 years back
>Be me, Lancashire lad (UK)
>Luv me night time walks in the summer (no torch because I like the dark)
>Local nature park is pretty nice, ive been exploring it since I could walk and probably know it better than the staff
>Go out for my usual night walk on a balmy June night
>Tonight, something is different
>Feels off. Find my hand straying to the shitty dagger I carry with me in case of tweakers
>Nah, ill be fine
>Enter park, start to follow my usual route
>Suddenly my Gut starts screaming at me
>dagger is in my hand in o.2 pictoseconds, heart pounding, eyes searching
>nothing.png
>Chastise myself for being a pussy, keep walking but dont put dagger away
>Really nervous now, jumpy as fuck
>Inb4 "lol knoife loicence"
>I would actually have embraced a copper if I had met one then and there
>Get to the dip down to the river and im actually panicking
>River mist isnt helping, could swear I saw red eyes in it
>Decide to nope out and head for the nearest exit
>Climbing the hill and im in full flight or fight, about ready to bayonet charge any shadow that twitches
>As im crossing the carpark the feeling starts to recede
>Exit the park and im only feeling a little nervous as im starting down the country lane
>Feel fine enough to stop by an old quarry on the way back and watch the moon set
And that would be it, I would put it down to a weird nervous break except
Picrel is from the other end of the park
