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♥️ My property isn't normal

You could say i live in the middle of nowhere. I prefer to call it the middle of the wilderness though. And after living alone out here long enough, i thought i would become familiar with the land out here, and even get comfortable. But i never have gotten comfortable, maybe used to this place but never comfortable.

Pretty sure i can hold my own out here for the time being, but even so, LOTS of weird shit happens out here. Glad to finally have a way to tell strangers who probably won’t judge or call me crazy though!

Back to the topic at hand, weird stuff. I’ll start with the first odd experience i had here. When i first purchased this land i was really exited. There was already a house on the property that was the perfect size for me! Not only that but it seemed pretty new. Like the former owners didn’t stay around very long. Yea red flags but how was i supposed to know how messed up this place was. Anyway i move in without any issues and within a week I’m out on some of the trails that were already there, looking for deer tracks and other game trails. I’m actually having a pretty relaxing time until i swear i hear a baby say “momma” in the most stereotypical voice I’ve ever heard off in the distance. Now like i said I’m here in the middle of nowhere so there shouldn’t be anyone for miles. I just shook it off as me hearing things.

Twenty minutes later i hear the same voice say momma again. Only this time it’s 40 yards away on the other side of some trees and brush. It didn’t even sound like a real baby, it just sounded like some disturbed dude. Of course at this point he is definitely on my property as well. I start making my way through the undergrowth, then when I’m sure I’m about to hit where he was the brush clears out to a clearing and i finally get a glimpse of the man.

He was butt naked and halfway behind a tree, and flaunting a huge smile while his eyes stay kinda squinty. He was also pretty skinny as i could see his ribs. Now usually you hear people say that “at this moment my blood ran cold” but honestly, mine didn’t, i was looking at some butt naked crackhead trespassing on my property. He decided to let out another “momma”during silence when i was trying to figure out my next move, so i promptly responded with a hearty “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” That’s when he decided my next move for me.

He started running at me. And i might have run away, if he hadn’t been so scrawny. So when he reached me with that big smile, and looked like he was about to grab me... i punched him in the throat. It was a good punch. I was proud of it honestly, it would have kept any normal man on the ground for at least a minute. This is when i got the first hint that this wasn’t a normal man. While i was standing there, proud of my mike Tyson level haymaker. The guy immediately got back to his feet and before i had time to hit him again, he dive tackled me to the ground. And it hurt pretty bad. He somehow pinned my shoulders to the ground and no matter how hard i kicked and punched him, he wouldn’t let up. So i was forced to use plan b.

I pulled out my trusty bear grills survival knife... and stabbed him in the gut twice. This finally got his attention. And he hopped back to his feel slinging blood all over me in the process. I got back to my feet, knife in hand and waited for him to do something else. All he did though was stick a finger in his wound, then lick the blood off. THEN CARTWHEEL INTO THE WOODS CRYING LIKE AND ACTUAL NEWBORN BABY THIS TIME. Now by this point i was pretty on edge. And right as he got far enough away that i could no longer hear him. I turned and walked home. I know i should have run, but running through the woods is so tiring and i just didn’t feel like it. When i got home all was normal again, for a while.

Another story that comes to mind when i think about odd things happening around the area is the event that lead to me no longer camp in my woods. By the time that the events in this story took place, i had already experienced quite a few things on this property. And this was easily the third freakiest thing to happen up to that point, right behind the naked stab victim that cried like a newborn baby and cartwheeled our into the woods. This time i had decided that i wanted to go camping. Despite all the stuff that had happened, i had never been seriously injured in those woods, SO WHY NOT GO SLEEP IN THEM. Bad choice, i know. Anyways, the first few hours when i got into the woods went fine, i set up camp, build a fire, burn myself trying to cook a hot dog, piss on fire that burnt me. Then i started to realize... camping is pretty boring when you’re all alone. So i decided to go to sleep.