Stalker in the woods.
When I was younger, around eight to ten years old. I lived in a very backwoods part of California. I was a somewhat sheltered child, the youngest of three brothers. I would always hang out with my big brothers and or their friends, they would often pick on me but they never meant any harm towards me. The place were I lived was a great place for exploring mostly during summer, Basically if you walked into a backyard of one of the houses you would get lost for hours.
Me and my Brothers always found a bunch of hiking trails that we would always walk along every weekend. One day me and oldest brother and a few other of his friends were hiking down to a small area we called, Hobbit Hollow. We were having our time of pushing each other around calling each other names. Half way through the trial, I saw my that my brother stopped walki