ok guys, story timenever told this anywhere beforetrue story, no bullshit1/2> be me, over 20 years ago, summer vacation> middle of buttfuck nowhere village in east-central Europe> visiting my female cousin, her brother, and their two local friends> a group of teenagers, bored out of our minds with zero pubs or anything to do> find out the village was recently shaken by a suicide> some local guy hung himself in the park> wasn't found for a while, everyone thought he just went on a bender> his own son found him under fucked up circumstances> kid bent down to tie his shoe in the park and from that height saw the legs of the hanged man> his own dead father> all this happened like a week, maybe three before I arrived> one evening we're shooting the shit, trying to think of something to do> one of the boys suggests going to the cemetery for an "adventure"> we all agree> cemetery is outside the village, in a small forest (picrel: attached map)> dark as a coal miner's asshole, this was before smartphones> no one brought a flashlight either, we didn't plan this> we link arms and march down a forest path towards the graveyard> atmosphere is actually great and spooky> we reach the small, wooded village cemetery> incredible vibe, some grave candles are lit, quiet and peaceful> we're walking around quietly and respectfully> the boy who suggested the trip walks off and kneels by a grave> my cousin then tells me: that's the boy who found his dead father> he's kneeling at his father's fresh grave> assumes he's praying or something> it's the middle of the night, forgot to mention, sometime between midnight and 3 AM> we sit around for a bit longer, then head back a different way (see picrel)> mood is still pleasant, calm, almost cheerful> the road is lit only by moonlight> we're walking in a line, arm in arm, taking up the whole width of the road
2/2> suddenly I see someone standing at the crossroads where the forest meets the fields> just a dark silhouette of a figure> before I can say anything, one of the boys says "someone's standing there"> another one immediately goes "I thought only I could see him. You see him too?"> my cousin says "me too"> turns out all five of us see this figure> and the weird part is, we're all hit with this irrational fear> why be scared of one guy? there's more of us> none of us are losers or cowards in daily life> but we're so scared we slow down, almost stopping> we debate whether to keep going or turn back to avoid passing the figure> finally, my cousin says "it's probably just a bush. an optical illusion"> we keep walking> in complete silence, gripping each other's hands tightly> the boys aren't talking at all, and they're usually always chatting, trying to impress us> I feel this mounting dread> have a strong thought: "don't look. keep your eyes on the ground"> I do just that, walking with my eyes glued to the dirt, too scared to look up> my thoughts are racing: "if you look, you'll see something terrible and something bad will happen"> in absolute silence, we pass the crossroads> before I looked down, *something* was standing there> don't know if it was still there as we passed> judging by the feeling, yes> after we get a bit further, we start walking faster> but the conversation doesn't come back> we just say "bye" at the village and go our separate ways> back at the house, I ask my cousin "what bush?"> she says "I don't know. I was scared, so I said that."> we don't sleep. we stay up until dawn wondering what it was> it's summer so it gets light early> we run back to the crossroads> nothing there. no chance it was a bush. no trace of anything.> to this day I don't know what it was> don't know if it was connected to the guy and his father or not> don't know if it was connected to anything
good story, thanks.makes me yearn for times past.
