| I'll explain as best as I can what happened (before EN World locks up on me again).
There is a favorite spot I used to get a drink of water when biking around my college. It is out of the way and can only be accessed from a long heavily wooded trail. It leads to a deep but narrow cold water spring.
One day I decided I wanted a drink. I got maybe 2/3 of the way down when suddenly all the hairs stood up on my neck and I had an overwhelming need to flee. At the age of 21 I felt I needed to flee. To top it off it was about 2pm- not dark or anything like that. I argued in my mind whether to walk down or turn away for about 10 seconds. Then like a child I took one step forward then turned and bolted back to mu bike and fled the scene.
I can not explain it. I felt that if I went any further down something very very very bad was going to happen to me.
It was not until about ten years later I learned of the activity in that region at the exact same year and time of year. Someday I want to revisit it but now find I can not locate the entrance to the path. I assume it has overgrown vs I am subconscienously blocking it of my mind.
PS
Reading this before hitting reply I relieze how strange this sounds. I can not give words to explain how I truely felt terrorified that if I went down that path something was going to happen. Something was there. Its irrational but it happened. |