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Its body was broad as all get out, like 3or4 feet across. it was medium dark brown, and its face was absolutely obscured by fur. Its eyes were dark and black but beady. no whites to them. It just looked at me over its shoulder while turning and we made eye contact, and I took off running the way I came like a mad man.
>running at full tilt like my very life depends on it. I seriously nearly black out trying not to break sprint. I honestly felt like this may be it and I remember trying to make 'real' decisions for the first time in my life. Should i stay on the road? Should i cut through trees or bushes? Should I climb a tree? I decide to run full fucking throttle down the road risking blacking out>I make it home alive and lock all doors, suddenly feeling vulnerable in my stupid house with like, sliding glass doors and stuff. >there is no sign it followed me. I am ninja. I barely recover my breath and have to lay down for sometime to not die. I seriously run my lungs off. >that night, there are sounds outside, and I am under the covers like a 10yo. >Dad says it was probably a bear the next morning, and tells me not to go far from the house for a few days, till they leave. >Next day i don't even go outside. When Dad leaves for work I close all windows and shades. >That day I see a figure through the dinning room shades that looks big af, like a sitting bear. I sneak my ass into the laundry room, silent. and try not to shit myself.
>that night, more noises outside. and this time I hear Dad get out of bed. He grabs a shotgun and flicks the lights on and off on the back poarch, yelling "hey bear, go away bear" over and over. He's done this before. Bears typically leave. >next day I repeat the same ritual. All windows closed and shades drawn. I watch TV and play vidya. Fucking thing aint eating my ass. >I see figures in the windows again. Time to employ Dad as watchful protector when I he gets home. Continued in part 3 (sorry)
