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One of the lamest spook stories ever compared to most everything else in this thread but I think it's still worth telling.
>Be 9ish
>Live in a picturesque suburban neighborhood with a highschool well within walking distance
>Loved to go outside since, well, computers weren't really a big thing and I didn't like consoles
>The nearby forest was pretty casual. Everything was spread out, only dense part was this one area we were afraid of going to
>Went into the forest and walked along the creek with a friend named Carter countless times till' the point we knew the entire area by heart
>I can still tell you exactly where the buried shopping cart and 'hobo cave' (an enclave in a clay wall of the creek where we found an old blanket) are exactly
>Point is though, the one part we never went into was that dense path leading up to the highschool
>Thing was dark and thick, spooked us enough naturally to never go in
>Eventually curiosity got the better of us and we go in
>Nothing happens of course, and over the course of a month or two we keep on going in multiple times. It becomes a familiar place, but we were always on edge just.. because. Intuition.
>Pic related was the area, path to the highschool was to the right
>Along that path we find some old tattered cheerleader pom-poms and we make up stories regarding it
>Eventually we decide the funniest one is that there's a creature named 'Precious', probably because we were reading The Hobbit in school, that lurks around the woods
>Described pretty much just as Gollum but with pitch-black eyes, and its preferred method of killing was beating people to death with said pom-poms
>Anyways, one day we're walking the trail as normal and Carter suddenly stops in his tracks
