Used to be in scouts when I was younger . Being an idiot teen from a generally ghetto lower class area naturally I started smoking at a young age . One night on a weekend camping trip I was craving a cigarette in the middle of the night so I grabbed my pack and silently slipped away down the trails towards the nearby creek . I knew the trails well enough where I could navigate them deaf , dumb and blind but I still brought my flick blade and a flashlight because I ' m not completely stupid . As I ' m walking down this trail I look up and was amazed by the amount of stars I could see out in the middle of nowhere , the woods was always a fascinating thing for me and the sounds of the crickets were deafening with periodic specks of yellow dotting my vision as if the lightning bugs were dancing along to the symphony of sounds of the crickets and rustling leaves . So I get to the creek and light up my smoke and just sat there and chilled under the moonlight . When you grew up poor in a very lower class area moments like these were serene , relaxing couldn ' t begin to describe it . I finished and field stripped my cigarette take the cotton out , dispose of the paper and debated on smoking another because I was really enjoying my little piece of heaven out there by the creek . Out of nowhere and to this day I ' ll never know what made me do it , I stood up whipped out my knife and turned around to face the woods . Nothing spooked me , didn ' t hear anything , or sense anything . it was like something in the back of my mind just screamed at me Stand up , get ready to kill for no apparent reason . I just stood there knife in hand for what seemed like an eternity , watching and waiting and didn ' t know why . but I was angry if any of you have ever been in a street fight , that anger you feel , that anger that drives you to try to hurt the other person as much as possible , that is the best way to describe the anger I felt as I stood there . It was like I was locked in place , something boiling up inside of me telling me I need to get ready for I don ' t know what . The noise stopped . The deafening cacophony of crickets fell silent all at once . It ' s like every living thing in those woods just up and vanished , I swear I could hear my heartbeat it was so silent . Next thing I know that drive to hurt whatever the fuck I was waiting for disappeared and was replaced with what I still consider the most genuine terror I have ever experienced Me and my friends have been shot at and chased before too back home , mind you . I took off , I didn ' t know what was there or if anything was there at all but I took the fuck off and ran like I have never run before . I didn ' t look back , I didn ' t want to look back , I just wanted to get away and I didn ' t know why . I eventually made it back to our site and the sounds of crickets resumed but I refused to sleep that night . It ' s been years , I still don ' t have a clue what was out there and what made me react the way I did . But yeah , freaked me the fuck out TLDR Teenaged hoodrat ran like a bitch because the boogeyman interrupted his smoke break