This story takes place about one year ago when I was twelve. I was hiking on my mountain bike trails throughout my woods on a cloudy day. There was no rain and the humidity was low so it was perfect for hiking or even riding bikes. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon when everything started to go down hill. I had plenty of water in my sinch sac when I went out there at about 12:30. I see wildlife out there like you would in any woods or nature trail. When the woods start to get dark is when my dad stops working out there. At around 2:30 PM I’m heading back to the house in which my grandmother lives.
I get about a half mile away from my campsite and I hear a noise that sounded like a person walking on leaves, but I was the only person out there since my dad had sent me a text saying that he was packing up to go home. So I just ignored it an kept walking.