00:00My mom always told me one thing growing up. Never going to the woods at night. Especially when I'm not
00:05home. I never really believed her. I thought it was just one of those scary stories parents tell to keep
00:10their kids inside. But that night, I wish I had listened. It was a gloomy Tuesday evening, around 8pm. My
00:18mom had already left for work, and I'd been sitting at home for hours, bored out of my mind after
00:23playing video games.
00:24That's when I got the idea. The woods behind our backyard. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like
00:30exploring them. I stood at the back door for a moment, hesitating, then took a deep breath and stepped outside.
00:37At first, it felt normal. Quiet. Just the sound of wind moving through the trees and leaves crunching under my
00:45feet. I found a small trail near the tree line and followed it deeper into the woods.
00:49I must have been walking for about half an hour when I heard something. A rustling sound, in the bushes,
00:55ahead of me. I froze.
00:59Who's there? I tried to say, but nothing came out. It was like my voice just... disappeared. After a few
01:08seconds, the sound stopped. Everything went completely silent. Trying to calm myself down, I kept walking. Maybe it was just
01:17an animal. That's what I told myself.
01:20But about ten minutes later, Primera stopped. Right in front of me, standing in the middle of the path, was
01:28something.
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