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This is truly the scariest and most horrible thing that has ever happened to me.

I've never been so petrified in my life, and to this day I still don't know who that man

was, what he was trying to do, or if he's still where I saw him.

Also, I'm sorry for how long the geographical description is.

I just want everyone to understand how secluded I was when this happened, and how badly

it could have ended if it wasn't for my parents.

So, I was back home for the summer for the first time in a year after starting uni.

Our home was, still is too, just outside of a small town with forests all around.

There was also a small man-made lake, which was diverged from the river that ran for miles

through the forest, and ramified into a few streams east of the lake.

In my home, there was a small grassy path that led to the river following a stream.

It was a long walk, but one I used to go on often as a kid.

I knew the forest there were, I knew where I could cut through dense trees to meet the

stream and stuff.

The walk I go on always led me off the path, which turned northwest slowly, so away from

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