A little background before I begin- Im a female young adult from remote western Australia. I am surrounded by 1000’s of kilometres of farmland and bushland (forest if you are not familiar with the term bush) and we have a large variety of native wildlife on our farm and in surrounding bushland.
Anyway, onto the story. Ever day after work I walk my two bordercollies through a selected bush track which is roughly 10 kilometres long as a way to unwind from my shitty job. I have seen creepy things in there before such as dead kittens and livestock which have been dumped by farmers and thrown across logs in a creepy fashion but nothing compared to what I witnessed this particular day. It is important to note that since we are so rural there is a lack of people out here, however I sometimes pass a camper or the odd drug grower using the remoteness of the bush as an opportunity to grow their marijuana despite the area being well known to police for drug growth.