Hi, Swam Dweller. I've been listening to your stories for about a month now, and I want to say you are my favorite narrator. I have encountered thus far. I always think the stories you tell are fascinating and they've got me thinking about things that I experienced myself. I am 18 years old and I live in the Netherlands, so do not expect a bigfoot, dogman, or any kind of

cryptic story. The forest here are just way too small and the population density is too high

to have such creatures lurking about in the woods. But, as probably many of you know, that does not

mean that weird things do not occur. With that having been said,

let me tell my two stories that still make me ponder sometimes. When I was about 13 or 14 years old,

a new kid joined my class and became a member of my group, of friends who I still see regularly.

I will call him Brent to make things easier. Brent lives at the border of the biggest patch of woods in the vicinity of my house,

which has an area of about 35 square kilometers, or 13.6 squared miles for the American full.

His family has a respectable piece of land for Dutch standards and has an extra building

on the land which is used for office and guest stuff.

Next to his land was an abandoned property which consisted of four small buildings of which

two were inaccessible.

Well, Brent, my friends, and I, being young teens, often went to this property and hung about the place,

smashing windows and blowing up toilets and other stuff with fireworks.

This eventually grew out to us having a sleepover in the guest house about once a year,

during which we would wait until midnight to venture out into those woods.

The abandoned property, other towns, or sometimes all of them until the sun came up,

we would occasionally build and throw Molotov cocktails in the concrete shed of the abandoned property, set off heavy fireworks,

and one time even blew up 15 liters of lighter fluid on the sandy plains of the woods.

These woods were mainly coniferous, and for whatever reason, sometimes had these sandy plains ranging from small to huge within them. We liked one plane because

it was about three miles away from the house, and sand doesn't burn so we were confident enough to set

up fireworks there and not cause a forest fire. This annual night got a name, which roughly translate to

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