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Today I'm going to be sharing some creepy and allegedly true horror stories from the great

outdoors that'll freak you out tonight.

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and downright strange horror stories from the great outdoors.

I live in Manchester, England. We have some nice woodland trails around here, but there are no Yosemite

parks or Appalachian trails. They are a series of woodland walks with paths leading off into the woods, open fields, and reservoirs.

It's nice for daytime strolls with your dog, but very creepy at night. One tea time I decided to have a stroll to the reservoir to clear my

head after work. The trails were empty this day and it was eerily quiet. As I walked along, I heard a stifled laugh behind me.

I spun around, but nobody was there.

Now we don't really have bears in Manchester, so there was no chance of a grizzly jumping out of me or something.

But a strange growling noise began to come from the bushes.

I turned around again and out of the shrubs on his back, propelling himself over the path into the opposite bushes was a skinny, dishevelled-looking middle-aged man.

He was growling like an animal, with contorted face in a wriggling arms.

He was slowly making his way across the path on his back like a snake.

I couldn't even scream.

I was just absolutely scared. It was so surreal. As soon as he hit the opposite

side of the path I sprinted off back into the direction I had come, heading for home.

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