>>687902Speaking of psychotic pranksters, i had another creepy run-in on the trails. As anyone who has ever hiked through the Dunes can tell you, there's a lot of hills overlooking the walking trails. And as I'm walking down the path, I hear this really shrill screech echo around me. Manly man that I am, I jumped a good three feet out of my skin and start looking around. I don't see anyone, but I hear a group of people start laughing like hyenas.
I raise a middle finger into the air in case they're watching me and keep moving.
A short while later, I'm hearing a lot of rustling in the brush to my right. I glance over just in time to see someone darting out of sight behind a hill. Creepy, but I keep moving.
About ten minutes later, I'm still walking down the trail when I hear that high-pitched screech again. Then a rock pelts me in the rib. Then another one lands a few feet in front of me. And another brushes the tip of my nose when I turn to see what's going on.
At the top of the hill is a group of skinny white kids and staring down at me. One of them is holding a massive fucking tree branch like he's Guts from Berserk. He points that massive tree branch at me, and then a few of his friends pick up sticks of their own and start running after me while the rest of the gang starts laughing.
I scream for help and start running back the way I came, and the kids at the top of the hill are following along as the ones behind me start hurling insults at me.
I'm not the fastest guy I know, but in that moment, I was Usain fucking Bolt at the Olympic Games or something. I sprint a solid mile on nothing but sheer adrenaline and manage to lose sight of the teenagers chasing me.
I jog the rest of the way back to the park's nature center and tell the bored-looking clerk about the fucking psychopaths in the trails. The worker calls for some rangers to take a look, but they never caught the damn kids.
I hope they all got poison ivy on their dicks.
