Followed Shirley's instructions to a backwoods road, even further out of town than my hotel was. She said it was called "Dead Man's Turn" or something. Said it had a single black tree standing at the turn where, apparently, a couple had crashed into it and died or some goofy shit like that.
Picture I got of the back of the camp. Most of the tents and shit were behind me when I took this. |
Got the chills really bad. Only got one picture before I heard something moving in the bushes behind me. Turned around, didn't see anything at first.
I only noticed the movement when my eyes adjusted to all the shrubbery. Something was crawling around out in the brush. Not like a bear, or a wolf. The movements were human. Like a person, awkwardly crawling across the ground.
Except, the movements were all wrong. It looked like it was injured or something. Moved with a weird loping motion that's hard to describe. Then, I saw it. The antlers. It looked right at me, and I fucking ran. I am not ashamed to admit that. I don't get paid to kill these things. I get paid to find them, and I sure as shit found it.
Still in the motel room now. Not really sure what to think. Head hurts like a motherfucker.