>>1598986https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPA5yBceeR0That day I went hiking on a lonesome island in Maine, everything was nice and chill, lovely sun, still weather, beautiful forests all around. Then after some time I stumbled upon a strange place with stick piles and figures across the area, It seemed so weird to me, since I've never encountered anything like that before, and those stick figures reminded me of an old movie, about first British settlers in Blair county, New England. I took a walk among those trees and tried to videotape that place a bit. With every step I was taking, almost in a semi delusional state, the deeper I was entering that maze, I was feeling more and more worried, endangered, there was something very strange about that feeling, as if something was calling me to go further and further, and I coudn't resist, despite the rising fear. Then suddenly the thunder-like crashing noise fell upon me from the clear blue skyes, I looked above, nothing... there was nothing at all! And the sound repeated again and again, with rising strength, I was completely disturebed, loorking with my eyesight among the branches of ancient pines, trying to stare in the eyes of my enemy, but there was nothing, as if some kind of ghost was plaing his dedly game with me. I wanted to scream ''who are you?!! show yourself! what do you want from me?'' but my voice was frozen just like in a nightmare. Heavy knocking, crashing, crunching, something was there. I couldn't withstand the pressure anymore and gathered all the remainings of my will and strength, slowly started to walk back towards the light, towards the green zone, since this place was completely dead, no signs of life at all, not a single grass, not a single flower, nothing but doom deadlands. One step, another step, the light is closer, and here I am, back in the safety and peace, everything was gone, all the heavy feelings and hypnotising forse left me once and for all, everything was over.
