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>Had my own confrontation with the child just over a year ago that sounds kinda similar.
What happened there? Now I'm curious. Tell. 

>I was drumming it up a little
Heh, I get it. I was drumming it up a little myself. I ain't no bitch, after all. I can shake it off and snap back to reality pretty easily even if I go paranoid-girl mode for a little while when watching anything cryptozoology related or with ghosts etc. I went down to the river no problems. Just so you know. I'm sure the warm feel of cold steel helped, though. I mean, I probably wouldn't have gone out that night unarmed lol. That doesn't make me afraid or nothing, though. Just saying. I also didn't book it out of there after gathering samples nor did I wind sprint the entire almost-mile back to the plant thus getting my cardio in for the day, either. Never happened. No siree. No fear, and if the bigfeet were watchin' then they knew they seeing an OG, not no shook one.

Joking aside, though, my youngest brother and I did have an 'experience' years ago while out dicking around in the woods with a .22, and I know it wasn't a wild boar we saw. It had to have been either a black bear or...something else. Idk though. The way it moved just didn't seem like what I would think of a black bear. Not that I've seen one in the wild, mind you. But it was fucking big and black and took the fuck off once we spooked it. We caught glimpses of it through the underbrush. The way it ran was like some upright shit, like it was a huge dude plowing his way through everything. A boar has finesse. IDK. But that's my only story of anything paranormal in the woods. I'm sure some less...rationally inclined folks would have come away from that with a 'bigfoot encounter' story, lol. Personally, I think we just saw a black bear and didn't get a good look at it through the brush. It was going up a hill, so that could explain the 'upright run' look. Neither of us got the sense that we saw anything unnatural, either.
gpt
>Tell
Just the protagonist mania that led to all of this (coming in from the cold /there/ with C)

>snap back to reality
Yea, I mean I don't wanna be all tryhard mode while untested, but I don't think I'd be too mind blown by monsters. Probably still die, but wouldn't be caught up in the fear, I don't think. I tend to get my shit together when shit's going down---might be the only time I do. I think there's too much comfort in the supernatural for me, so conceptually, cryptids garner no reaction beyond 'cool'. With suitable proof, I'm all too willing to believe and thus it loses magic, becoming a fact of reality like any other out of place primate
>cardio
lol. I didn't realize you go into nature for your job. That's pretty cool, and makes sense, it's just a part previously unconsidered

>bear
Freaky. Having an encounter story surely makes the sasquatch stuff hit a little closer. Closest I've had to anything of the sort is 'ufos', but I've got my own rationalizing for that night. Oh wait there was the shadow person too. That one was a little more immediate. Still shrugged it off but you can't really shrug off the fear, the humbling memory of the reaction itself. That did make me freeze like nothing else, but it was gone so fast, I didn't have the chance to see if I'd thaw. Just a trick of the light tho. Probably my own shadow glimpsed mid-spin while my brain was hyper focusing. But yea, definitely woulda decked the demon, no doubt


>metaphorically lost
That is how I meant it, tho I suppose there's enough underlying that the hopelessness showed. But no, more looking for that connection spoken of. I wanted to get lost alone, to be with myself in another world and forget who I am in order to recall. Such places serve imaginative portal: a borderline.
Tho my intention at the height of this wasn't exactly pure. Much like reading that book, the goal was getting closer by association, thoughts first with someone else, then finding their way back to me