AlabamaMountainMan
Lil-Rokslider
Had been going to the same fishing spot for most of my youth life with my dad. Just a spot on the river where you can park by a bridge and walk down to the sandbars. Nothing special, but fishing was good most of the time and no one was ever there. Dad worked nights, and I have never slept well in my life so we often were out late at night on weekends. Waffle house at 2:00 am, fishing at midnight, etc. Pulled up to the usual parking spot one night and found a pentagram with candles in the tips (not lit). The pentagram was some kind of white-ish powder. Don't remember any other objects being in there and there was no one else parked there. I told dad there no chance I was staying so we left. My soul belongs to God, but I am not going to go looking for trouble.
With all that said, the most scared I have ever been in the woods was one of the first hunts I went on by myself on my grandfathers property. Walking back in the dark, no light, probably 14 years old and deer started blowing at me and crashing through the woods. I had never heard a deer blow before so it really startled me. I've never ran back to my house so fast.
With all that said, the most scared I have ever been in the woods was one of the first hunts I went on by myself on my grandfathers property. Walking back in the dark, no light, probably 14 years old and deer started blowing at me and crashing through the woods. I had never heard a deer blow before so it really startled me. I've never ran back to my house so fast.
