My dad lived in a kind of rural area in Kentucky. There are only a few houses on the dead end street that he lived on, and the people were, to say the least, strange. The people on his street included an old fisherman and his wife, a moody man stuck in the seventies, and an elderly lady with mood swings you wouldn’t believe. The people were strange, but the surrounding woods were definitely weirder. These were the kind of woods that you didn’t want to go into during the day, so you certainly didn’t want to go in at night.
One night, my dad and I were making our usual walk from his house to the end of the road. There was a full moon that night, so as expected, it was pretty bright. We were about 30 feet from the end of the road when we saw a trail in the edge of the woods that we hadn’t noticed before. This was really strange because we walked down the road almost every night, yet we had somehow missed this trail. To make things stranger, my dad had explored the whole woods, and he had never seen this trail. We both knew something wasn’t right, but we were also both fans of getting the shit scared out of ourselves. I suppose it was a dumb decision, but we started down the path, stepping carefully so that we wouldn’t step on a snake.