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3 True Fishing Horror Stories That Will Keep You Away from the Water · True Horror Stories

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  Speaker 1: I've always liked winter mornings, something about the way the
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  Speaker 1: cold air bites at your skin feels refreshing.
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  Speaker 2: It clears your head like nothing else.
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  Speaker 1: I usually jogged dury before the sun rose, when the
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  Speaker 1: streets were empty and.
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  Speaker 2: The world felt like mine alone.
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  Speaker 1: That morning wasn't any different, at least that's what I
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  Speaker 1: thought when I laced up my sneakers and stepped out
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  Speaker 1: the door. The air was biting cold, with a thick,
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  Speaker 1: clinging fog and the otherwise dimly lit street. The street
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  Speaker 1: lights flickered every now and then, casting faint pools of
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  Speaker 1: light that barely cut through the haze. But I didn't mind.
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  Speaker 1: The silence was peaceful. The world was still asleep, and
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  Speaker 1: I liked it that way. I started my run, feeling
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  Speaker 1: the rhythmic thought of my feet against the pavement. My
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  Speaker 1: breath came out in the little clouds puffing in front
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  Speaker 1: of me like smoke signals. Everything felt so serene, empty streets,
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  Speaker 1: quiet houses, just me, the cold and the fog. After
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  Speaker 1: about ten minutes, I reached the park. It's usually busy
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  Speaker 1: during the day, but now it was deserted, not a
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  Speaker 1: soul in sight. I'd figured I'd do three laps around
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  Speaker 1: it and head home before the chill really set in.
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  Speaker 1: The first lap was fine, but halfway through the second
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  Speaker 1: I started to feel off. It wasn't immediate, just a
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  Speaker 1: creeping sense of unease, like the air had grown heavier,
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  Speaker 1: the silence became more oppressive. I found myself glancing over
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  Speaker 1: my shoulder, expecting to see someone there, but every time
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  Speaker 1: I looked back, all I saw was the fog, thick
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  Speaker 1: and impenetrable. By the time I started the third lap,
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  Speaker 1: the feeling had only gotten worse. My skin prickled, my
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  Speaker 1: heart beat quickened, and I kept thinking I heard faint
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  Speaker 1: footsteps behind me.
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  Speaker 2: I'd stop and.
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  Speaker 1: Turn, scanning the park, but there was no one, just
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  Speaker 1: the low grown of trees swaying in the cold wind.
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  Speaker 3: Stop hallucinating Lizzie.
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  Speaker 1: I told myself maybe the fog was playing tricks on me.
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  Speaker 1: Maybe I was just tired, But deep down I knew
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  Speaker 1: something was wrong.
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  Speaker 2: I decided to take a break.
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  Speaker 1: I plopped myself on one of the benches by the
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  Speaker 1: playground to catch my breath. As soon as I sat down,
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  Speaker 1: I heard it rustling, like someone stepping on dry leaves.
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  Speaker 1: My pulse spiked and I shot up, eyes darting around.
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  Speaker 3: Is anyone there?
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  Speaker 2: I called out, my voice sounding small and shaky. No answer.
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  Speaker 1: I scanned the area, trying to focus, but the fog
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  Speaker 1: was too thick. It was like trying to see through
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  Speaker 1: a wall of smoke. And then I heard it, a
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  Speaker 1: soft chuckle, a sound cut through the silence.
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  Speaker 2: So sharp that made my skin crawl.
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  Speaker 3: Who's there?
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  Speaker 1: My voice was more desperate now, but still no reply.
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  Speaker 1: Only the eerie, faint laughter, closer this time, and then
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  Speaker 1: she stepped out from the fog, a woman, tall and gaunt.
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  Speaker 2: Her red hair matted and hanging in limp strands around
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  Speaker 2: her face.
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  Speaker 1: She was wearing a torn white nightgown stained with crimson,
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  Speaker 1: awfully resembling blood. My eyes slowly traced upwards until I
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  Speaker 1: met her bloodshot.
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  Speaker 2: One her eyes caught her eyes.
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  Speaker 1: It were wide, wild smeared with mascara, like she'd been
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  Speaker 1: crying for hours. I froze, unable to move, my breath
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  Speaker 1: caught in my throat. The woman's lips curled into a smile,
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  Speaker 1: but there was nothing kind about it. It was the
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  Speaker 1: kind of smile that sent chills down your spine, the
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  Speaker 1: kind of smile that made you want to run.
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  Speaker 2: And then I saw her hand.
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  Speaker 1: She was clutching something, a finger, a man's severed finger.
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  Speaker 1: There was blood dripping from it, staining the snow at
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  Speaker 1: her feet, and dangling from the finger.
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  Speaker 2: Was a wedding ring.
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  Speaker 1: My stomach turned, I felt bile rise in my throat.
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  Speaker 1: I took a step back and stumbled to the ground.
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  Speaker 1: A woman let out a hollow laugh.
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  Speaker 3: Now he's single.
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  Speaker 1: She said, shoving the finger in the air. Her tone
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  Speaker 1: was mocking, almost gleeful.
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  Speaker 3: She doesn't have to hide his affair from me anymore.
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  Speaker 1: Before I could even process what she had said, her
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  Speaker 1: eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed on
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  Speaker 1: the ground right beside me.
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  Speaker 2: For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't think.
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  Speaker 1: My mind was blank, overwhelmed by a flood of horror.
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  Speaker 2: And then somehow I snapped out of it.
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  Speaker 1: My hands fumbled for my phone as I shakily dialed
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  Speaker 1: nine one one. The cops arrived within minutes, though it
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  Speaker 1: felt like ours. They took the woman away, but not
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  Speaker 1: before telling me the truth. Sophia was an artist who
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  Speaker 1: had killed her husband while he slept. She was somehow
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  Speaker 1: convinced he was having an affair with the secretary. Afterwards,
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  Speaker 1: she cut off his ring finger and wandered the streets
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  Speaker 1: in a daze. I was later told that Sophia was
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  Speaker 1: sent to a mental institution. She never spoke a word
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  Speaker 1: again after that night, and me. I haven't jogged in
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  Speaker 1: the early morning since not Ever. It was supposed to
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  Speaker 1: be a quiet getaway. Stephen and I needed a break
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  Speaker 1: from everything, work, family, the city, so we rented an
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  Speaker 1: airbnb in the woods, a cozy cabin deep in the
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  Speaker 1: middle of nowhere. It was winter and the world around
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  Speaker 1: us was draped in snow, making it feel like we
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  Speaker 1: were completely isolated from everything else, exactly what we wanted.
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  Speaker 1: We arrived at around sunset. The cabin was adorable, with
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  Speaker 1: a creaky wooden deck and inside a stone fireplace already
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  Speaker 1: laid out with logs. By the time we unpacked and
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  Speaker 1: settled in, it was dark outside. We opened a bar
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  Speaker 1: of red wine. After a few glasses, Stephen suggested we
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  Speaker 1: explore the property. There was supposed to be a small
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  Speaker 1: clearing behind the cabin, so we bundled up and trudged
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  Speaker 1: out into the cold. We were tipsy, walking haphazardly and giggly.
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  Speaker 1: We soon stumbled upon a small mount partially hidden in
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  Speaker 1: snow near the edge.
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  Speaker 2: Of the woods. Strange.
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  Speaker 1: There was a stone marker, like a headstone of a grave,
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  Speaker 1: but there was no name, just a weird symbol. It
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  Speaker 1: looked like two interlocking circles with a serpent twisting between them.
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  Speaker 1: Stephen knelt down to brush off the snow, laughing. He
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  Speaker 1: was always the braver one between us, always curious.
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  Speaker 3: It's a grave, right, Maybe it's someone's pet.
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  Speaker 1: I don't know, No name could be anything. He was drunk,
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  Speaker 1: and in his ridiculous state, he unzipped his pants and
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  Speaker 1: started peeing on it, laughing all the while. I swatted
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  Speaker 1: at him, telling him he was being disrespect but he
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  Speaker 1: just waved me off, laughing as he finished.
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  Speaker 2: I felt uneasy.
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  Speaker 1: Something about that grave unsettled me, but I was too
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  Speaker 1: tipsy to really process it. So we headed back to
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  Speaker 1: the cabin, stumbling and laughing. That night, I woke up
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  Speaker 1: to a strange sound. It was like scratching, the kind
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  Speaker 1: of sharp, repetitive noise that made my skin crawl. I
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  Speaker 1: reached over, but Stephen wasn't in bed. My heart skipped
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  Speaker 1: a beat and I sat up. The scratching it was
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  Speaker 1: coming from outside. I pulled on my coat my hands trembling.
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  Speaker 1: As I opened the door, I saw Stephen standing in
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  Speaker 1: the snow, staring out into the woods, motionless. His breath
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  Speaker 1: was visible in the air, and I could hear that
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  Speaker 1: scratching sound louder, like nails on stone.
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  Speaker 3: Stephan, what are you doing?
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  Speaker 2: He didn't answer.
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  Speaker 1: The scratching grew louder, a horrible, grating noise that made
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  Speaker 1: me feel like I was losing my mind.
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  Speaker 2: It wants to come out.
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  Speaker 1: His voice was flat, almost distant, like he was in
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  Speaker 1: some kind of trance.
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  Speaker 2: I grabbed his arm, trying to shake him out of it.
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  Speaker 3: Come back right now. Something isn't right.
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  Speaker 2: The grave. It wants to come out. He pulled away
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  Speaker 2: from me and ran towards the grave.
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  Speaker 1: I followed him, the snow stinging my face as I
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  Speaker 1: stumbled after him. He dropped to his knees, clawing at
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  Speaker 1: the snow, his hands bare as he dug into the
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  Speaker 1: frozen ground.
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  Speaker 3: Stop it, Stephen. Stop.
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  Speaker 1: I tried to pull him away, but he was strong,
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  Speaker 1: stronger than I'd ever seen him. His nails were breaking,
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  Speaker 1: his fingers red and raw as he tore it the
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  Speaker 1: snow like he was possessed. And then I saw it.
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  Speaker 1: A fox emerging from the woods. Its eyes glowed in
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  Speaker 1: the dark, an unnatural, eerie light that made my stomach twist.
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  Speaker 1: It watched us, its gaze fixed on Stephen, but when
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  Speaker 1: it came out I was shocked. It wasn't red but black. Finally,
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  Speaker 1: Stephen stopped. He looked up at me, his eyes wide
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  Speaker 1: and unfocused. I pulled him to his feet and we
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  Speaker 1: started back towards the cabin, my heart pounding in my chest.
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  Speaker 1: As we reached the deck, a deep growl echoed from
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  Speaker 1: the direction of the grave, low and guttural. I turned
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  Speaker 1: and there was the fox, sitting atop the mount, its
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  Speaker 1: eyes still glowing, its body curled up like he was
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  Speaker 1: guarding something, looking at us. Stephen collapsed onto the bed,
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  Speaker 1: and I watched him until his breathing even out, his
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  Speaker 1: face relaxed. I couldn't sleep. I just sat there, staring
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  Speaker 1: at the window. The next morning, Stephen acted like nothing
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  Speaker 1: had happened. He didn't remember a thing. I showed him
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  Speaker 1: his hands, expecting the torn nails, the bloody fingertips, but
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  Speaker 1: they were fine, perfectly fine. He laughed it off, said
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  Speaker 1: I must have been dreaming, but I knew what I saw.
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  Speaker 1: I knew what I heard, we packed up ready to leave.
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  Speaker 1: I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.
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  Speaker 1: Stephen was humming to himself as he loaded our bags
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  Speaker 1: in the car, completely on FaZe. But as he put
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  Speaker 1: his hand on the steering wheel, a jolt ran through me.
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  Speaker 1: There just under his wrist was a small scar, a
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  Speaker 1: shape of two interlocking circles with a serpent twisting between them,
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  Speaker 1: the same symbol from the grave.
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  Speaker 3: Stephan, where did you get this?
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  Speaker 2: He had no answer.
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  Speaker 3: It's the same symbol as the grave.
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  Speaker 2: What grave?
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  Speaker 3: The one we saw yesterday?
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  Speaker 2: But he just looked confused.
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  Speaker 1: When I insisted, he pulled me by my hand and
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  Speaker 1: took me to the place of the grave. But to
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  Speaker 1: my shock, when we reached there, there was nothing. I
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  Speaker 1: felt a chill run through me, a deep, gnawing fear
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  Speaker 1: that settled in my bones. I did not care to investigate,
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  Speaker 1: and pulled Steve even to the car, driving away. But
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  Speaker 1: I am certain that we disturbed in otherworldly presence. That day,
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  Speaker 1: the snow had been falling heavily all afternoon, turning the
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  Speaker 1: rugged trail into a winding sheet of white. My friend
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  Speaker 1: John and I had been trekking for hours. We were
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  Speaker 1: deep in a forest, far off the usual hiking routes,
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  Speaker 1: a place which was only known for its grim history.
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  Speaker 1: An unfortunate accident during Civil War transpired there. A unit
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  Speaker 1: of Confederate infantrymen were stationed there. When their gunpowder caches
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  Speaker 1: caught fire, Many soldiers were blown up and cried in
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  Speaker 1: agony for hours before dying. Rumors were that you could
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  Speaker 1: still hear their screams in those lands. As the light
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  Speaker 1: faded and the sky darkened, we set up camp near
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  Speaker 1: a steep cliff. The wind howled through the branches, sounding
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  Speaker 1: almost like voices. We didn't say much as we ate,
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  Speaker 1: but there was something in the air that made the
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  Speaker 1: hairs on the.
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  Speaker 2: Back of my neck stand up.
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  Speaker 1: I brushed it off, just nerves, I told myself, This
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  Speaker 1: place feels off, doesn't it.
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  Speaker 2: I glanced at him, trying to read his face.
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  Speaker 1: His voice was flat, but his eyes had the same
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  Speaker 1: weary look I'd been feeling all day. Yeah, I admitted,
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  Speaker 1: it's like the air's too heavy or something. It could
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  Speaker 1: be the altitude, or maybe we're just tired. We both
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  Speaker 1: tried to laugh, but it fell flat. Something wasn't right.
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  Speaker 1: As night fell, I found myself staring into the darkness,
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  Speaker 1: waiting for what. I didn't know, but I couldn't shake
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  Speaker 1: the feeling that we weren't alone. Eventually, exhausted took over
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  Speaker 1: and I must have fallen asleep. But sometime in the
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  Speaker 1: middle of the night, I woke up with a start.
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  Speaker 1: My body jolted awake like someone had shaken me. A
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  Speaker 1: tent was freezing, the fire outside had long sid died,
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  Speaker 1: and John was still snoring softly beside me.
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  Speaker 2: That's when I heard it.
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  Speaker 1: Footsteps, not faint, distant ones like before, but deliberate crunching
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  Speaker 1: through the snow.
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  Speaker 2: Right outside the tent. I heard a soft.
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  Speaker 1: Scratching sound, not like an animal, No, this was different,
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  Speaker 1: like fingers trailing along the side of the tent. I
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  Speaker 1: fumbled for my flashlight, the beam shaking as I pointed
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  Speaker 1: it at the fabric.
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  Speaker 2: Nothing but the scratching continued.
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  Speaker 1: As soon as I turned it off low methodical, I
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  Speaker 1: didn't dare move. Suddenly, there was a loud thud against
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  Speaker 1: the side of the tent, like something or someone had
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  Speaker 1: slammed into it. I jumped, my flashlight slipping from my grasp.
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  Speaker 1: What the hell was that? John was awake, wide eyed
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  Speaker 1: and pale. Before I could answer. The thudding came again, harder.
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  Speaker 1: This time, the entire tent shook. I don't know, I
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  Speaker 1: whispered out of here. We grabbed our flashlights and unzipped
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  Speaker 1: the tent just enough to peek outside. The snow was untouched, pristine,
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  Speaker 1: like no one had been there. But the sound, those footsteps,
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  Speaker 1: the scratching, it had to be real. I could feel
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  Speaker 1: it in my gut. Kitten creeped out. Man, let's just
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  Speaker 1: wait it out. I nodded, even though every instinct screamed
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  Speaker 1: to run. A few minutes passed in an uneasy silence.
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  Speaker 1: Just as I began to drift off again, I felt
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  Speaker 1: the sudden, urgent need to pee. I didn't want to
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  Speaker 1: go outside, but there was no way of avoiding it.
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  Speaker 1: I grabbed my flashlight and stepped into the biting cold.
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  Speaker 1: I walked just a few steps from the tent, finding
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  Speaker 1: a spot behind a tree. Just as I was about
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  Speaker 1: to relieve myself, I felt a cold, icy hand on
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  Speaker 1: the back of my neck.
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  Speaker 2: I froze. It gripped me hard, pulling me backward.
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  Speaker 1: I spun around, the flashlight beam cutting through the night,
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  Speaker 1: but there was no one there. The snow behind me
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  Speaker 1: was undisturbed, but I knew something strange was there. That's
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  Speaker 1: when the beam of my flashlight fell on the ground
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  Speaker 1: ahead of me, where there was a massive crevice partly
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  Speaker 1: hidden by the snow.
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  Speaker 2: If I had.
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  Speaker 1: Taken just one more step, I would have plummeted to
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  Speaker 1: my death. My breath caught in my throat. I stumbled
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  Speaker 1: back to the tent. I didn't want to wake John.
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  Speaker 1: I couldn't explain what had just happened. I just crawled
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  Speaker 1: into my sleeping bag, trying to calm myself. The next morning,
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  Speaker 1: John was pale as a ghost. He wouldn't meet my eyes.
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  Speaker 1: I had the weirdest dream last night. I looked at him,
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  Speaker 1: my stomach nodding. I was outside the tent, wearing some
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  Speaker 1: old soldier's uniform, and I wasn't me.
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  Speaker 2: It felt like I was guarding something or someone. I
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  Speaker 2: stared at him, my mouth dry.
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  Speaker 1: Before I could say anything, we both heard it, a
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  Speaker 1: distant scream of agony from deep within the trees. We
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  Speaker 1: sprang upon our feet and decided to leave the tent behind,
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  Speaker 1: preparing to rush away. But just as we emerged out,
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  Speaker 1: we saw clear footprints made by heavy boots emerging from
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  Speaker 1: the forest. Cover and coming towards the face of our tent.
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  Speaker 1: We left that place in a hurry. I don't know
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  Speaker 1: what it was, but somehow I owe my life to
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  Speaker 1: the spirit of some dead Civil War soldier who was
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  Speaker 1: probably looking over me.