“As we made our way back, quickly and quietly, I felt the sense that I was being watched. We made it to our bikes, which were thankfully still there. I told my sister to pick up her bike, so we could walk through the rest of the trail without the noise of our bikes clicking. This way we could hear everything going on around us. Then I saw towards the entrance of the trail where it was much easier to see footprints that there was one set of large boot prints on top of my sister’s small footprints.”
Submit your stories: [email protected]

Visit betterhelp.com/redditexplains to talk to a professional about stress, grief, and other mental health needs.
Our Instagram page:
@reddit_explains