Pic related. When I was a kid I was walking with my mom along the road just down the street by a treeline and tied to one of the trees by it’s neck was a baby doll.
Very unnerving.
We never found who did it or why.
Years later I was out with my mom again in another part of the woods and she swore she saw something that looked humanoid and albino, like all white. It scared her enough that she wanted to leave right then.
Still think about both of these from time to time.
Down near my family’s old farm in Puerto Rico, there’s a pretty deep thicket of bamboo
Back when I was eleven, I was staring into the thicket because It was the style at the time
I remember my dad walked up and asked me what I was doing and i said “I think I saw something moving around in there” and he just flatly says “Don’t let them see you’re looking” and walks away
He meant there were probably some people fuckin in there, but my brain at the time convinced me there was some horror that my family knew about and kept as some sort of terrible family secret
Like at some point, my dad would be like “Now son, it’s time I told you about El Cucuy and how he lives on our farm” or something
I don’t think I ever experienced such existential horror up until that point or ever since