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So, I found a back pack one day walking through a remote area of woods. This being curious, I investigated, and discovered a note, simi bloody, and it seems to detail the strange events that unfolded. I will have you know that I’m safe, obviously, from whatever befell this man.

I was walking through the woods, down a path I’ve been on a thousand times before. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing, where I was going, anything really. I was zoned out, enjoying the peace, and quiet. Something must have caught my attention, because suddenly I was violently jerked back to reality by the sounds of two men talking just up ahead.

I froze. There’s never anyone out here. It’s deep woods, and not a clearly marked trail. By not clearly marked, I mean if you hadn’t been down it with me at least a handful of times, you wouldn’t know it was a walking trail, but sure enough, right around a bend, standing in the middle of the path are two men. Standing there, and conversing about something that I can’t make out.

I wanted to say something to them, as the fear had washed off of me by this point, and rational thought had prevailed. It’s just two guys, probably lost in the woods, trying to figure out where they were. I tried to talk to them for a second, to no avail. I yelled at them, and they continued to carry on with their conversation, not even glancing at me. I convinced myself that I just didn't say it loud enough for them to hear me. I took another step forward.

“Excuse me? Are you lost?” I had a bit of bass behind my voice this time.

Still, neither of the two moved. I could make them out fairly well by this point. They were both around six feet tall, but one was shorter than the other one. The shorter of the two had dark hair, and a rough, but short beard, and bulky. The taller was was also bulky, and had a similar rough beard, but his hair was blonde.

I decided to just go past them. I made a point not to go off the trail, since I had managed to find my courage again, maybe a bit too much so.

As I brushed past them, I accidentally bumped the taller one, and at that moment my heart sank with fear. I didn't know what, I just knew something was wrong. They both immediately stopped, and looked at me.

“That was very rude of you.” he said in a very displeased voice. Without a second lost, they continued their conversation, not a second lost. I took a few steps away slowly, just looking at them once I had regained control of my legs, and then I turned and ran, and that's when I started to realize something wasn't quite right. The woods seemed more twisted than before; not dark, just like the tree were moving around in such a way that kept me from making progress on leaving the woods.

I stopped after what felt like thirty minutes of running without stop. Nothing looked right. I checked my watch, and only a minute had past. I gazed in disbelief, as there wasn't any logical way for how far I ran to have only taken a minute.

I took a moment to compose myself, and then started walking purposefully in… well, I wasn't sure what direction, but I started.

I'm not sure how long has passed, but it's night now. My watch hasn't moved at all. Nothing is happening that's unusual for the woods in East Texas, other than I swear I can hear people talking. I hope it's not them.

I found this note about a mile away from the spot where I found his pack, and the first note.

This is totally fucked. I tried to get out again today, but just got more lost, and now I can't find where I slept last night. I left my bag there with most of my stuff in it. I've still got my lighter, my note pad and pen, obviously, half a pack of camels, and a pocket knife. I'm always so prepared, but I let my fear, and desperation got the better of me.

My watch still hasn't moved much, but it has moved, just very, very slowly. I'm not sure what exactly happened, but time seems like it's still moving normally. Night time seems to drag forever, but I think it's just because I'm terrified of what those two things might be doing. I have no idea what they are. They may look human, and sound human, but I'm telling you they weren't.

Their talking now, out in the thicket. Their words don't make any sense, and it seems to be almost intoxicating to listen to. I shouldn’t though. It feels so wrong. I zoned out, and thought about anything else. I thought about my grandmother's meatloaf. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve been two days now without food, and I’m not hungry at all. That’s odd, isn’t it? Well, I managed to stay up again tonight, the sun is starting to rise. I’ll try again today to find my way out, but if I don’t have any luck, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I really don’t want to die out here.

This final note was easily found, as there was a path from where the second note (and a bunch of pages) fell out, to a distance about a mile and a half away. The path was frantically made, as if by something on all four legs.

Look. I can’t do this anymore i hear them everywhere they are in the trees and ground and my head

I love you mommy

Now, I’ve been in these woods for about 25 years now, and I’ve done a good deal of tracking through them, but I can’t find any sort of body, or any traces of where he went off to. I know his name, and address, but I’ve been to cowardly to contact his family and tell them what seems to have happened. Instead, I’ve kept all this in a locked box in the crawl space under my house. I guess I just needed to air this out.