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10 or so years ago
>Be around 10
>Be /out/ in the Georgian woods with my mother and little brother
>after a few days of camping and hiking on the sanctioned trails my mother decides we should just make our own
>we start going in random directions
>follow this abandoned rusted out train line
>eventually we get to a building (guess it was a trainstop)
>while resting there we find some really old neat shit, like brass silverware and old timey train times and the like
>also old clothes
>some of them are ripped and strewn about
>fresh wrappers for food and condoms
>[revving intensifies]
>we keep going, not even following the track anymore
>i'm the one carrying most of our stuff (my bro was like 5 and I was trying to be a gentleman for my mother) so I'm a little more fatigued than them
>I swear I start seeing and hearing animals
>this continues of a few hours, the orange of dusk is setting in
>'mom do you even know where we are?'
>'lolno'
>'oh okay'
>we keep going, trees are getting weird and look more like solid vines (I think I was tripping from a lack of sleep/food at this point)
>we all hear bloodcurdling screams
>dogs/wolves barking
>These three old men come out of fuck nowhere
>two old black guys, one old whitle guy, they're wearing clothes brown with nature and they have leaves and sticks in their ridiculously long beards
>'There are things childern could not see here'
>Turn us around
>30 seconds later we're in the parking lot
>wtf
Seriously wtf.
