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I'm kind of out of scary stories after the burr story and the mountin' lion story.
I guess one time my friend and I were drunk on a really dark foggy night wandering train tracks for miles through the middle of the woods, exploring creeks and swamps and shit along the way. He dropped his pack of smokes somewhere and insisted we reverse course to try and find them, and instead of finding the pack we almost immediately started finding single cigarettes scattered along the way like Hansel & Gretel breadcrumbs or some shit. In all those years in those woods and along those tracks, we never ever saw another human (except for some rail maintenance workers now and then) so we were convinced some psycho edgelord was out there at 1am following up and fucking with us. Idunno. Spoop'd my pants.
