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>Be me, 12 years old.
>It's Thanksgiving, 2012 and I'm celebrating the holiday with a feast at my grandparents' farm.
>Night falls.
>The farm is located in some pretty deep woods with a driveway that stretches about 200 yards and with only a single streetlamp at the end of it.
>Father puts me on a bike and tells me to pedal out to said street lamp knowing my pussy ass won't do it cuz I'm scared of the dark.
>Told him I'd do it for 20 bux.
>He agrees and I start rolling along the gravel driveway.
>Made it to the end. Feel good about myself.
>Turn around to see dear old dad had gone back into the house.
>The fear kicks in when I realize I'm alone.
>Start to nervously pedal back to the house.
>Hear the crunching of leaves in the tree line to my right.
>I remember that coyotes are a problem in the area and start pedaling faster.
>The crunching gets louder.
>Full panic sets in and I wreck the bike.
>I get up and stupidly throw the bike at the direction of the noise.
>I see the bike land on the ground next to a tree.
>Start running my ass off towards the house.
>Make it inside, my chest heaving as I had never ran that fast before.
>My dad and the other adults asked me what was wrong.
>I tell them everything.
>They say it was probably a coyote.
>My grandpa tells me to get the bike. It's his after all.
>He grabs some flashlights and we go to search for the bike.
>It wasn't were I left it.
>Look up and see it mangled and caught in some branches about 20 feet in the air.
>Realize that whatever was after me, put it there.
>Me and my grandfather head back to the house.
>Me and my family go home soon after that.
>That was the last time I ever went to the farm.
>My grandparents sold it a week later and moved into town.
>I still get nightmares of that night.
gpt
imagine being a gentle troll just minding your business and chewing a tasty rock when some punk kid slings a fucking bicycle at you