[Applause] [Music] [Applause] [Music] [Music] la hunting was never more than a hobby for me something I did on Long weekends when the air turned crisp and the woods went quiet underneath the we of the winter I wasn't a Trophy Hunter I bag squirrels rabbits Birds small game nothing really too ambitious but that year something in me itched for a new challenge I bought a deer tag plotted a trip and drove out to a unit that I'd never hunted before the area was beautiful sprawling Wilderness edged with thick Pines and winding ridges a place that felt
untouched isolated I found a good spot a few miles off the main road far enough from any other hunters and set up my Camp I spent the afternoon Gathering wood making a fire pit and readying my gear the quiet of that place just settled over me almost like I was inside a library not long before Sunset a pickup truck rattled down the dirt road nearby two guys inside both dressed in camo slow to a crawl when they spotted me one leaned out the passenger side gave me a quick once over first day he asked me
I nodded first time I guess figured I'd try my luck the driver grinned adjusting his grip on the Wheel pretty good spot lots of deer up in these ridges especially near the old fire break you camping out yeah in for the long weekend they glanced at one another the passenger scratched his cheek hesitating just so you know man there's been somebody messing around out here some guy with the Drone flies it low and chases off all the animals it's kind of a real pain in the ass I frowned uh gr yeah pretty big one too
not some cheap Walmart thing this thing's got a serious light on it damn near blinded us the first night we were out here been out here 2 days now and we've seen it twice no idea what the hell he's doing the driver just then shook his head just be careful if you see anybody that ain't hunting maybe get a plate number let the Rangers know anyways good luck to you buddy then they pulled off off their tires kicking up a fine layer of dust I stood there for a moment listening to the wind moving through
the trees the distant call of some bird I couldn't name a drone the idea of it just rubbed me the wrong way felt completely out of place out here but I wasn't about to let some jackass with a remote control ruin this trip for me I finished setting up got a fire going and let the night just settle in around me stars came out sharp and clear clear I sipped in my beer feeling the Cold Bleed into my fingers the fire cracked sending Ember spiraling up into the black for the first time in quite a
while I felt at ease but I had no idea what was waiting for me inside those woods I woke up a little before my alarm heart racing for some reason like my body knew something was coming long before my brain could even catch up the cold bit at my Exposed Skin as I peeled the sleeping bag down my breath fogging in the air the tent walls barely rustled no wind no movement outside that Stillness pressed down on me heavy and inviting I hesitated briefly before unzipping the tent flap and continued to listen but I didn't
hear anything I slid into my gear fingers clumsy from the cold each my movements felt really sluggish like I was underwater my mind kept circling back to what those men said yesterday the Drone somebody flying low scaring off the animals or something I shook it off though and shouldered my rifle no point in working myself up before I got into position this was just another hunt I stepped out into that pre- daon dark headlamp flicked on its beam barely even cutting through the trees my breath was coming out in ragged Puffs as I started moving
the only sound was a crunch of frost underneath my boots it was beyond quiet like really quiet uncomfortably quiet I kept my Pace steady and follow the sloping ground my plan was pretty simple get into position Before Sunrise set up near the ridgel line and wait Darkness pressed in around me thick and absolute honestly my headlamp felt kind of useless its glow was being swallowed up by the night completely every snap a branch beneath my feet seemed to make me Flinch out of nowhere I hear this whooshing sound I stopped that wasn't the wind and
that wasn't an animal it had this like mechanical Edge to it rhythmic like something massive moving through the air the hair in the back of my neck rose up up I flicked off my headlamp the darkness had now swallowed me whole the noise grew a steady droning hum layered beneath it deep and vibrating through the trees my stomach then Twisted wasn't natural I dropped into a Crouch pressing myself against the base of this thick tree my hands were ice cold around my rifle stock slick with sweat despite the freezing air around me I held my
breath and listened then the noise just passed overhead a massive Rush of displaced air swept through the trees rattling dead branches sending a frozen shiver through the ground itself it felt big bigger than anything I could see a shadow against the Stars it then banked hard and circled back I pressed myself lower pulse hammering it was looking for something looking for me then a light came on a beam of white so intense it burned into my vision stabbing straight down in a perfect unmoving pillar it didn't flicker it didn't waver it cut through the forest
like a scalpel dissecting the darkness itself I didn't move I couldn't the light passed over a stretch of ground 20 ft away and my skin crawled as I watched it this wasn't just some normal illumination it oh solid invasive like it was peeling back the world itself then I had a horrible thought what happens if that light touches me I realized we're both hunters and whatever this was was now hunting me at least it felt that way the light started moving again slowly sweeping side to side searching I held my breath chest locked up muscles
screaming at me to run but my mind would not let me if I moved too soon if I made a sound another noise clicked through the trees and not from the Drone it was something else a sharp chittering vibration like cicada Wings rattling at an unnatural frequency my blood then went cold whatever it was it was close it had to be maybe 15 yd away this Forest wasn't empty something was out there something with me the beam inched towards my hiding spot 10 ft 8 5 my hands locked around my rifle I was running out
of time I couldn't let that light touch me that clicking sound was getting louder I shifted and BR my rifle up the second my finger found the trigger I made a decision I fired the shot exploded through the trees a deafening crack that echoed off the ridg line The Recoil slamed into my shoulder but I didn't stop to think about it my eyes were locked onto that craft watching for any reaction it hit I didn't hear metal I didn't hear the sharp clang of a bullet against Machinery the impact was dull like striking something soft
something that shouldn't be soft the light then snapped off and darkness crashed back in the humming then turned erratic shifting in Pitch cycling through strange mechanical tones the craft wobbled tilting widely from side to side like whatever controlled it was struggling to regain balance then without another warning it blasted off Vanishing in the trees in a blur of movement it didn't make sense nothing about this made any sense but the worst part the clicking sound didn't stop it was still out there and getting closer I still couldn't see it and I don't know if I
wanted to see it my gut screamed at me to move to get the hell out of there before it got any closer to me but the forest was now dead silent whatever was out there was waiting watching I turned and ran every step sent jolts of pain up my legs my breath coming fast and ragged I didn't care though I needed to get back to camp and I didn't look back I didn't want to see what was behind me I didn't stop running until my boots hit that familiar crunch of leaves near my campsite I
was exhausted chest burning the fire was still smoldering a thin ribbon of smoke curling up into the night sky my tent stood there undisturbed my gear untouched for a long while I just stood there rifles still clutched tightly ear straining for any more sign of movement in the trees around me the only sound was the whistle of the Wind Through the branches no clicking no humming no nothing I exhaled forcing my shoulders to relax I was on edge paranoid but I told myself it was just my nerves playing tricks on me the Mind does a
lot of funny things when you're in the dark I moved toward my fire pit crouching to stir the Embers back to life the warmth helped the glow felt safe it anchored me back to reality by the time I crawled into my sleeping bag exhaustion had hit me like a freight train my body was aching every muscle tight from sprinting through those woods I lay still listening to the morning the familiar sounds of the forest returned Birds hooting in the distance the rustling of small animals in the underbrush I was fine everything was okay I told
myself that over and over until sleep finally took me I awoke in the afternoon stiff and sore but the morning's Terror felt like a half-remembered dream the woods around me were still the sun was breaking through the branches and these golden patches Birds chirped overhead normaly had returned I spent the rest of that day just hanging around Camp prepping dinner and getting back to normal by evening I was six beers deep and content as I could be right ready to try to hunt again the next day I turned in and woke up before the alarm
once more I packed light shouldered my rifle as I headed out for the second time that next morning the air was now cold and crisp refreshing my nerves had settled I even felt a little foolish about how I acted last night still I found myself glancing at the Treetops every few seconds the morning passed in silence hours slipped by and just as I was beginning to consider calling it quits I caught movement in the brush Buck big with a thick winter coat and an impressive rack of antlers it stepped into view cautiously sniffing at the
air I held my breath and steadied my rifle the shot rang out echoed through the trees the buck stumbled then collapsed a clean kill relief washed over me that was it that's why I came out here to hunt to be alone in nature to experience the quiet Simplicity of the woods and yet as I climbed down and approached it this prickle crawled up my spine the forest had gone silent again no birds no wind just Stillness then far off in the distance that same low hum vibrated through the tree Breeze it was faint almost indistinguishable
I didn't even look I didn't want to instead I hauled the buck onto my sled my movements now quicker I told myself again you're just being paranoid it was probably a distant plane maybe even a generator from some cabin miles away still I found myself wasting no time packing up camp by midday I was back in my truck buck secur gear stowed the sky was bright and clear without a cloud in sight and yet just as I slid behind the wheel gripping that cold steering wheel once more I swore I heard that sound again a
single sharp click somewhere behind me I didn't turn around but I did keep hearing it and I couldn't place the sound I started the truck and just drove I don't think i' ever told anybody about that that night the buck was processed and the meat was stocked in my freezer I told buddies about the hunt about the shot and about the peacefulness of the woods but I left out everything else what the hell was I supposed to say ET came to mess with me on my solo hunting trip I think the trippiest part at least
to me was those other Hunters they were the ones who told me about it had clearly seen it they called it a drone but as I explained this thing was huge there was no way somebody was flying it with a remote and if they were it was the government government these guys just passed it off like it was nothing maybe they were drinking a lot that night whatever the case I skipped the unit for the rest of my hunting career and stuck to places that I knew 10 years ago I was trying to get my
life back on track I kind of had been this real big piece of [ __ ] before that drinking far too much hanging out with the wrong kind of people making choices that left me with nothing but regrets and a string of broken relationships but I was working on it a year sober now trying to be a better man whatever the hell that meant that fall I got invited on a hunting trip with a group of guys from town most of them were a lot older than me I'd never been invited on anything like this
before especially back when I was unreliable showing up to things late drunk or not at all they called it a men's trip just a week out in the woods no wives no kids just hunting drinking and bullshitting around a fire I didn't have a hunting permit and I wasn't about to test my luck with the law so I signed on as a camp Squire which was basically this fancy way of saying I was there to keep the fire going gather wood cook meals and keep raccoons out of the food a couple of other guys were
Camp Squires too but I was the only sober one we set up camp in a clearing deep in the woods miles from anything so if something happened you better hope you could walk out on your own because nobody was coming to help you it was beautiful though Golden Leaves still clinging to the trees crisp air but not freezing the smell of damp Earth and wood smoke it was refreshing and those first few days were totally fine the hunters would take off before Dawn leaving me and the other Squires to sit around Camp drinking coffee and
bullshitting until it was time to start breakfast they'd come back throughout the day to eat tired and stinking of sweat and gunpowder we'd eat and drink by the fire until everybody stumbled off into their own individual tents sometimes the other Squires would go with the hunters for a session through the woods but I always chose to just stay at Camp I looked at it as kind of meditating I liked it mostly it was quiet gave me time to think but I kind of prefer and spend a lot of my time alone one of the other
Squires Dallas this younger guy in his early 20s usually went out tracking with the hunters the other guy Ed who was kind of a lazy drunk spent most of the day passed out in a camping chair the beer in his lap but even then he'd wander off with the Hunters on some of the days that left me alone a lot which again I did not mind at least not at first after a few days though there was just something about those woods some places just feel off like something's watching just out of sight I just
chocked it up to being alone a lot and my brain planks some kind of trick on me the morning in question started really like any other Hunters left before Dawn voes low as they disappeared off into the trees the dawn flickered off the rifles they went and soon enough the forest had swallowed them whole Ed the oldest of the camp Squires cracked his first beer before the sun had even fully risen he sat next to the fire muttering about his ex-wife occasionally belching loud enough to scare off Birds Dallas on the other hand lingered near
the tents stretching out his legs and rolling his shoulders like he was prepping for something I think I'm going to sit out today he said kicking a log onto the fire way too much hiking yesterday my legs are shot I just nodded I didn't believe him the kid was built like a damn athlete strong legs broad shoulders energy that made you think he would never really sit still but if he wanted to stay behind that's his business I kept busy making sure the fire was steady chopping wood and reorganizing the supplies the wind carried the
scent of damp pine needles and distant wood smoke I looked over and eded passed out in his folding chair head tip back mouth wide open by noon Dallas was shifting in a seat bouncing his knee and spinning his knife in his fingers man not going to lie this is boring as hell he muttered well welcome to being a camp [ __ ] I said I'm going to hit the creek he decided standing and stretching couple of miles west right shouldn't take me long I'll bring back some fish for dinner I Shrugged all right just don't
get lost he grinned and then grabbed the small Tackle Box disappearing off into the trees whistling something off tune that left me alone with Ed who was barely breathing in his drunken slouch I finished stacking up the wood and checked on the food supply finally deciding to take a little bit of a break the hammock that we'd strung between two Pines looked far too inviting to ignore I climbed in let my body sink into the fabric and Clos my eyes somewhere in the haze of my light sleep I heard something footsteps soft and light coming
from the southwest the direction of the Creek Dallas had to be catch anything I called Voice still heavy with sleep silence I opened my eyes just a slit the trees seded lazily in the afternoon Breeze the fire crackled and the footsteps kept coming slow and steady leaves crunching underfoot methodical unhurried uh Dallas I called that again still no [Music] response a strange feeling then settled in my gut I wasn't sure why just something about those footsteps felt wrong they weren't accompanied by the usual rustling of somebody moving through the underbrush they weren't shifting in a
way that made sense no pauses no change in Rhythm just the same steady creeping approach okay maybe it's an animal still I didn't move or maybe Dallas was trying to mess with me creeping up on Camp for some kind of dumb prank and I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of reacting to it but then something changed the footsteps stopped right at the edge of my vision and I could hear breathing low wet breaths shallow and gross my skin went cold and slowly I turned my head and it wasn't Dallas a man stood near
the food bins bent slightly like he'd been about to pick something up he was dressed in torn jeans and a stained white tank top his arms were thick and dark matted hair his skin was sunburned and cracked like old leather his shoulders were broad but slouched his posture somehow lazy and predatory at the same time he was also covered in these cheap faded tattoos his face Jesus his face was a mess tee jutted out in all directions some chipped and others just missing entirely his lips were dry and peeling and his nose was too small
for his wide uneven face his eyes were really the worst part deep set shadowed gleaming with something unreadable not curiosity not confusion but something else something that almost felt hungry he staring directly at me I just stared back Frozen breath locked in my chest my body was screaming at me to move to grab my rifle to yell to do something but all I did was lay there trapped in that moment then without another word he turned around and walked slowly straight into the trees I scrambled out of my hammock so fast I nearly flipped it
but catching in The netting by the time I got upright I didn't see him silence had now settled over the camp a suffocating silence I reached for the rifle as my hands were trembling we came out here to shoot animals not people hey I called out you lost nothing I scanned the tree line the wind had died down now and the fire barely even crackled the Birds had stopped singing I stood there rifle in hand scanning the trees but there was nothing just the quiet suffocating Stillness of the woods I took another step forward then
another forcing myself toward that tree line where the man had vanished hey I called out again you need something still nothing Ed grunted behind me shifting in his sleep but otherwise the camp remained still I knelt touched the spot where he'd stood the dirt was dry and packed hard no prints and no sign of any disturbance as if he'd never even been there at all and then I heard a whisper not words just the beest suggestion of breath moving through the trees super faint like something mimicking the sound of speech like a kid would do
my head snapped towards the source rifle raised my eyes darted between the trunks through the shifting Shadows searching nothing though now I was really starting to feel stupid like maybe I was in fact imagining all of this maybe the lack of sleep was now catching up with me but my gut was telling me otherwise and then just as I started to lower the rifle crunch a single footstep not deep in the trees and not far away close was right behind me I spun hard hammering and it was Dallas wandering up the trail from the creek
he had his Tackle Box fishing rod and backpack and it was clearly him he looked up at me after a second and waved then went to holler a hello and I just shook my head and waved him off put a finger over my mouth he got quiet and looked around before hurrying over to me uh what's going on I explained to everything to him watching Dallas's face slowly go through the motions of shock disbelief and finally outright concern he then came back with his own story he thought he'd seen somebody watching him down by the
river he couldn't tell for sure though but there looked to be somebody across the water staring at him that entire time he was down there we both posted up and scann the woods for an hour or so both armed totally silent waiting to see if that man would return when nothing moved we got some of our nerves back deciding to go out and investigate obviously this guy was looking for something right might have even taken something from us we figured out eventually he took some of her salt as well as a bunch of other seasonings
some fishing gear and a box of ammo and a knife sharpening block pretty average survivalist material it told us whoever this guy was he lived out here or maybe squatted nearby there was old homesteads around and cabin style things in this area slowly the hunters started returning through the afternoon and we told them our story about what happened everybody seemed kind of spooked so Camp remained on high alert for the rest of the trip lots of Lights less drinking and regular Watchmen and patrols if anyone got within 100 ft of our camp after that first
incident they must have been able to turn invisible ible because we never saw them that guy just straight up vanished hunting is definitely always been my thing some folks get into it for the sport the camaraderie or even just the thrill of the chase but for me it's always been something deeper the seasons fall winter spring each one had its own Rhythm its own time to be outdoors my calendar revolved around it bird hunts in the early months small game when the leaves turned and the big ones deer and Elk when the air crisped up
and the days got shorter every so often I throw in a predator hunt Bear Mountain Lion the ones that put a gnawing feeling in your gut as you hunt them the kind that makes you wonder if you're being hunted instead but it wasn't just those big hunts that kept me going there was something about The Quiet Ones the off seon the trapping even you'd be surprised how much you can learn about an area when you trap it I didn't just do it to make a few bucks off the pelts though of course I did that
too no trapping kept me in the game it gave me a reason to walk the land when others weren't out there I tracked coyotes foxes Badgers even Bobcats now and then every trap line taught me something about the Wilderness something people who just go out with a rifle or bow could never get I became almost attuned to it the smells The Sounds the moods you spend enough time outside you start to recognize it almost like a person itself I wasn't just some weakend Warrior I didn't just dabble in the Mountain Man lifestyle this was who
I am this was my world the call of the woods the pulse of the forest the grind of boots on dirt I knew it all so when the opportunity came to check my traps I made sure that I was out there some of the lines were closer to home in the Foothills where I could drive up and park but my favorite spot was the Ravine deep in the canyon where the spring fed into the creek it was wild out there untouched even in these days of overhunted land the animals seem to sense it too the
way they'd come and go Never overstaying Their welcome but always leaving behind something to let you know they've been out there I love the challenge the unpredictability and damn it the Solitude I'd set up my traps at the start of the week making sure the wind was right and the bait was fresh a few days passed since then so it was time to check them nothing fancy just to hike down the old trail that I've carved out over the years each step familiar each sound sharp and clear in the Stillness I had a feeling today
would be no different maybe I'd find a fox or a coyote something small to keep me busy for a few hours I took my rifle not expecting to need it but never leaving it behind you never know what might be lurking out there even after all these years you learn quickly not to trust that quiet I started at the top of the Ravine where the old trail LED down into the Basin the spring was a couple of miles in but the traps weren't too far out I moved with purpose methodically checking each and every one
but the results were the same as most of my checks this time of the year nothing no sign of any animal the traps were undisturbed bait untouched I expected it but still it annoyed me the land isn't Barren so why the hell was it so quiet I reset a few of the traps and moved on hoping for better luck as I descended Into the Heart of the canyon when I reached that first Loop where I set up for the day things started to look a little more promising one of the traps was triggered I knelt
beside it a flicker of Hope Rising up in my chest I pulled the Trap open nothing bait was gone and stolen but the animal whatever it was had escaped without getting caught some small game maybe a squirrel or a rabbit had to be the scent of fresh meat in the bait had probably let it in and must have been small enough to grab it and bolt without triggering the mechanism I reset the Trap fingers moving automatically as I continued on the next few traps yielded the same results bait gone no animals frustrating but again not
uncommon it was when I reached the last of the traps the ones that lay deep at the foot of the Ravine the things took a turn and I saw it immediately one of the traps was laying on its side twisted and bent in a way that it shouldn't have been the metal Bars were pulled apart someone or something had torn it open my stomach Twisted a strange unease crawling up my spine there's something wrong about the way it was bent like the metal wasn't just forced open but manipulated and then I saw the blood there
were streaks of it smeared across the dirt and the grass leading away from the trap but it wasn't just blood there was pieces of what looked like clothing children's clothing small scraps of fabric caught in the jagged teeth of the Trap I crouched down and felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle up I thought about the stories I'd heard year round about that missing kid the one who'd wandered off into these very Woods never to be found the police had never found anything but the Whispers around town never really died down a
boy barely 8 years old it couldn't be him could it I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of the Trap the blood and the pieces of clothing the thought of a child out here possibly trapped in the woods I've been hunting for years the thought made my stomach churn I didn't want to think about it but the idea of a lost starving kid out here eating what I'd left in these traps it kept creeping back into my mind against my better judgment I followed the trail the footprints were so small unmistakably those
of a child Barefoot the prince L off into the forest toward the darker part of the canyon where the trees closed in tight and sunlight barely even touched the forest floor I had no idea why I kept walking why I ignored the voice in my head telling me to turn around and call it in maybe it was curiosity or maybe it was just a fear the creeping dread that something isn't right and I couldn't just walk away from it the tracks weren't consistent either and the further I went the harder it became to follow them
the forest was very dense out here thick trees and brush air was even growing colder the deeper I went my heart started to thud so loud in my chest I hadn't planned out being here this long long my truck was now a good few miles away parked up by the trail head what happens if this is some kind of sick joke a twisted game played by whoever or whatever and had been messing with my traps a thought of somebody watching me hidden in the thick Woods made my skin crawl but I continued following the tracks
I pushed on feet crunching in the underbrush every sound Amplified by the Eerie quiet around me it wasn't long before the trees grew so close together that they blocked out the light almost entirely the forest was dark now every so often I'd stop and listen but all I could hear was my own pulse roaring in my ears and then the tracks They just stopped I looked around trying to make sense of it but there was no sign of the child or sign of anything the ground was undisturbed trees unbroken something's definitely wrong I stood there
for a moment frozen trying to shake the feeling that I was being watched it was a silly thought but I could not help it I waited around for another minute then another but the silence just stretched on the longer I stayed the more uneasy I became I had to get back to the truck the sun was fading fast I had no business being this deep in the canyon after dark as I turned to leave I heard it a faint rustling in the trees behind me I spun around nothing I didn't waste any time turning back
though my legs F heavy and my boots were sinking deeper into the soft Earth as I scrambled up that Ravine each step pushing me further into darkness the trees seemed to be so close and tight with every step their long Twisted branches reaching down death's hand the air felt colder now the scent of damp Earth mixed with the faint Tang of decay I hadn't noticed earlier my Pace was quickened every snap of a twig underf foot made me freeze ear straining for more sounds that I couldn't quite place I'm not sure exactly how far I'd
walk but the trees were growing thinner and soon I spotted that Jagged rock outcropping that marked the beginning of the more familiar part of the canyon relief flooded over me I knew once I reached that rock I'd be close to the trail and ultimately my truck but as I approached it something else caught my eye a pile of discarded items mostly strewn across the ground some old plastic bins a ratty blanket a few broken toys none of it made sense why the hell would a child alone presumably be out here with all this junk the
toys were so worn and dirty like they've been out here for months I think it was the blanket that unnerved me the most theed edges were just so frayed fabric torn it looked like it had been dragged around used for shelter or for warmth I stepped closer my pulse picking up and then I heard it fainted first but unmistakable a voice a holler from deeper in the canyon I froze it wasn't a cry for help but like literally a holler like somebody calling out it came from somewhere beyond The Rock outcropping from the direction that
I just come from my heart skipped a beat the hell's down there I'd passed through that area and I didn't see anybody no sign of anyone but that voice was very real They Carried to the Trees Deep and muffled somebody shouting from far away it wasn't the Cry of a Lost Child it sounded like a man I didn't think anymore I just ran I pushed myself harder and faster I couldn't stop I had to get out of here the trail head finally came into view just up ahead I could see my truck a faint outline
in the low light parked off in the distance as I neared it I pulled my phone out from my pocket hand shaking as I dialed the local sheriff's office I didn't even care about the noise of my breathing or the way my heart was pounding in my chest I just needed to get the hell out of here the dispatcher answered pretty quickly her voice was calm but I could barely make any sense of my own words I told her about what I'd found the Trap the clothing the toys and then the voice she asked if
I'd seen anything else and I told her no honestly I didn't really know what I'd seen but I knew I wasn't staying out there to figure it out the call Ended as I slid back into the driver's seat slamming the door behind me my hands were slick with sweat as I turned the ignition and headed back towards the main road it wasn't until I was driving away that I allowed myself to really breathe again the weight that had been on my chest seemed to lift now but not entirely I knew something wasn't right and I
knew I hadn't seen the last of whatever was out there I'd say around a week later I heard back from the sheriff's department I really wasn't expecting a call so when the deput introduced himself I was caught off guard and surprised he'd been briefed about the report and apparently there had been more incidents in that same area missing persons unexplained sightings it seemed that I wasn't the only one who found something strange in those woods the deputy asked me again for a formal statement which I gave to him without hesitation he told me they were
still investigating still trying to figure out what was happening he said there have been a lot of reports of strange noises sightings of people out there and a disappearance that had little to no leads I don't really know how much of it I believe but I told him about everything that I saw the clothes the toys the voice but even as I spoke something gwed at me the deputy had told me there was no new developments and it seemed like every time somebody went out into those woods they came back with more questions than answers
it was a strange and bizarre experience a very weird followup and ultimately zero breakthroughs no one has an answer for whatever might be going on out there I move my traps to a different spot well away from that Canyon and let the state authorities handle it from there
