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>Be 15 or so, and living in North Yorkshire in the UK.
>Mum loves the outdoors and at the time is a Wiccan.
>We decide to go on a nature walk, a nice deep wood that curves around an old trainyard, iron-rich red stream near the start, beautiful summers day with the birds singing.
>Get around ten minutes in, if that, following an older couple. Straight well-trod path, deep drop on one side, harsh and noisy climb the other.
>Talking, and look away from the trail.
>Suddenly, chills.
>Birds have gone silent.
>Sudden almost overwhelming feeling of dread, and instinctually we go back to back, and I have my hiking stick raised defensively.
>Couple is missing. Only looked away for less than half a minute, and can see path ahead for a quarter mile, and no sign of them.
>We don't say a world, just look at eachother, and we start making out way back down the trail the way we came, keeping an eye on eachothers backs and blind spots.
>Around the area of the stream, we starting hearing birds again, and the instinctual terror lifts.
That particular /out/ experiance is etched into my brain.
