Okay, here's my story.

B-16.

Have family down in Alabama.

Family own a large amount of land in Huntsville.

Uncle owns a big house and a bunch of trailers they put out in the woods for hunting or camping.

Down south cousins suggest to be going on a trip.

I know I'm a kid from the city, from Chicago, but they teased the hell out of me for it.

Collect food, kill the pigs, and chickens, bring necessities to camp out for a few days.

They go to the camp.

Obvious, something is weird.

Here's this weird electric smell right before storm.

Ozone.

We think nothing of it in unpack.

Go down a little creek to swim for a few hours.

All of a sudden some older white guy in there, a white teenager, come out of the bushes.

He has a shotgun in the crook of his arm, says hello, asks us what we're doing this far back in the woods.

Tell him about my uncle, who he knows, and says we're camping out.

He tells us we need to be real careful out here, stick together, and there's a big animal in the woods.

His son, his my age, asks if he can stay and hang out with us.

So, okay.

Okay, I'm going to stop with the green text thing because the story's fairly long and the formats are harder to write in.

So, we end up playing football, digging around me, and there's one white kid in Tanner, five of my cousins, and four of their friends.

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