Lisa Simpson's Presentation

HURRY UPBOOOOOO

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Tell me why the first thing I see when I look at is “so he jacked”

This started at a campout at a shooting range around YPG, called Wier Range. There were 3 adults, (not going to say names) and 6 kids, age 14-17.
The main people in this incident were me and my two friends, I'll call them Jake and John. Jake was tall and skinny, with dark hair and pale skin. John was a short Italian guy, like 5'3, worked out often so he jacked.
The day was fun, doing map and compass courses, then getting ready for the range. We shot AR 15s mainly, but my friend Jake had brought his WW2 historical Luger, like a $5000 gun. It was sick as f**k, shot 22mm LR, but still fun to shoot. We wrapped up and made dinner, simple cheeseburgers.

We started to do flashlight tag, with the rest of the kids, running around brush and trying to evade being caught. The adult called lights out, and me John and Jake went to our shared tent. We scrolled through Johns Instagram reels, but keep in mind he was a conspiracy theorist, so his shit was weird.
That's when he got an idea

We'd go "skinwalker hunting" literally just an excuse to walk in the desert in the middle of the night and yap. But whatever we wanted to do, we agreed.
We started walking behind our campsite, where we played flashlight tag, and came up to a large wall of brush. we walked through, finding a farm road (we were near agriculture) so we decided to follow it. As we walked along it, we saw a looming dark silouette in the distance. We dashed over it, our flashlights panning to the figure, revealing a large cross, about 10ft tall

I personally took that as a bad omen so i was like f**k naw, but my friends said go touch it no balls, so i was like Sshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I walked up to it with my friends, we all put a hand on it, then we walked away down the road as quick as possible cause shit got SPOOKY real quick.

As we walked down the road, probably like a mile, we found this old ass kids playground, all broken down and shit, John said that it was probably haunted and i said "bitch youre not scooby doo" so we walked past and found the road we took to our campsite

We got back, finding the adults around a campfire, just talking as the uncs do, so we walked past quietly, going in the opposite direction we came from, and this was probably like 3 miles out.

The ground changed more the more we walked, first just brush, then just clear ground, like almost sand, then the ground was cracky, like it does when it's really dry. the further we walked the bigger the cracks got, to the point where the ground was like little islands you hopped across, and the gaps were big enough to drop your foot in.

my friend Jake dropped his little cheap flashlight, so we stopped to look and find it, but when I put my light down to the gap, we couldn't see anything. Basically, it was deep, like deep enough to put your arm through and not touch ground. I told Jake to be more careful next time, and we moved on, flashlight in hand, the light casting down into the large cracks as we passed over them.

We finally passed the cracked ground, and made our way to a very tall grassy clearing, wists of grass waving int the wind, reaching out knees.

then, as we walked through the grassy clearing we reached a large tree, and I'm talking big. Imagine an Arizona Sycamore but the trunk was as wide as a highway lane, and the leaves and branches reached as high as a 2 story building, its width as big as a house. as we approached it mine and John's flashlights waved over it, seeing the ground clear up, no grass in an almost perfect silouette of the tree's shape. We walked under it, I thought about climbing it when John asked me

"is it raining?"
I told him he's imagining things, that the sky was clear, it was just really windy.
I shone my flashlight at him, he felt at his face where the wetness was, and he looked at his hand

Blood

"I'm not cut anywhere, this isn't mine" he said as another drop splattered on his face.
we snapped our flashlights up, looking at what caused it.
The flashlights illuminated a coyote, hanging in the tree of a branch, dead, lower jaw ripped off
John yelled "WHAT THE F**K" his flashlight went over the tree, seeing more and more blood, more and more carcasses, of deer, wildcats, coyotes, snakes, birds. some impaled on the branches, some just left hanging.

Jake looked at what we saw, screaming like a little bitch before asking us if we heard the rustling in the tree.
I said "no, you were too busy screaming"
the trees rustled audibly, our flashlights snapping to the source of the sound. we saw a flash of a figure moving, then another rustle in a different spot, looking again we saw a pale figure move away from the light.

we waved the lights upwards above us, looking up, seeing a face, 2 sunken sockets in a long, distorted face, no clear definition or color, and a gaping mouth with no teeth, just a black maw, almost looking like it was silently screaming.

F**k this, we ran, as fast as possible, hearing an animal scream from behind us, running past the grass, the cracked ground, almost tripping, passing the empty sandy clearing, before breaking through a wall of brush, back to our campsite.
We heard a rustle in the bushes behind us, turning around in horror as a shape jumped out to grab us.
It was our group leader, pranking us
I almost f**king punched him, shit was terrifying.
We went to our tent, keeping our flashlights and lanterns on the entire night

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