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I Never Hiked Alone Again

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I was in western Washington hiking on a forestry road. It was sometime during May, so there was snow still in patches as I was at 6,000 feet elevation. I was walking along on that beautiful day, by myself, and all of a sudden, I got one of the coldest chills I’d ever had in my life.

You know the feeling—chicken skin, the feeling of uncertainty, and a fear of the unknown. I walked a bit further and as I approached a patch of snow, there was a set of very large mountain lion prints. They were pretty fresh, and they looked to be heading in the same direction as I was.

I went back to my car walking backward, which was maybe 250 yards away from where I was. I know it was watching me. I never went up there again without at least one other person.

Story credit: Reddit / Dobermanpure

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