We had turned off the lantern and were trying to fall asleep when we heard something that sounded like something had scraped the door. My friend and I had been BSing and laughing in the cabin in our bunks and it was about midnight. The nearest town was probably 50 miles away, and the nearest active road that wasn’t an old logging road was about two miles from the cabin. “I’m not sure it counts as another human being because we didn’t positively identify anyone…but a few years ago my friend and I were staying in a small cabin my Dad had on a remote piece of land in the Idaho wilderness. In the middle of nowhere, in this remote cabin, someone starts knocking on the door. Luckily I didn’t, but I don’t think I’ll be visiting them again anytime soon.”Ģ. I imagined me walking home from the opposite perspective, and the man is running up from behind with an axe, so I literally just screamed and started sprinting as fast as I could all the way home, thinking that this guy could easily follow my tracks in the snow, and I’m gonna get murdered.

I have never been that scared in my life, I was a little drunk, stoned and very paranoid. I turned and started walking as fast as I could home. A huge chill went up my spine and a voice said you need to get the fuck out of here, right now. So for what felt like forever it’s just me and some stranger in a ski mask, looking at each other, in the desolate woods. He had a full-face ski mask on, and I could tell it was a dude cause he was really tall. I thought he was going to say something for a second and so I was stopped too just looking at him. I laughed out loud for some reason, just from the shock or something, and gave him a little wave like ‘oh you startled me haha sorry’ kind of thing. I saw him a split second before he saw me, and when he did he kind of jerked his arms/shoulders up a little, obviously startled from the sight of me as I was with him. The path we always take is straight behind the house through some wooded areas then more open land, and as I was shuffling home through the snow with my head down, I look up and to the left-my 10 o’clock-and, probably like 75 yards away is another figure walking in the opposite direction.

They live in a desolate area, with lots of snow and it gets really cold, especially at night, but the houses weren’t too far apart, and when the moon is out it seems light out. I was falling asleep so I decided to walk home.

We were at their friend’s house one night, drinking in her basement with some other girls and it was really late, like 3 AM. “My cousins live in North Dakota, and I spent the winter break there freshman year in college. For what felt like forever it’s just me and some stranger in a ski mask, looking at each other, in the desolate woods. By Lorenzo Jensen III Updated January 25, 2022ġ.

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