This is a true story that recently happened to me and my family...

It was a regular Saturday, and we were waiting for my dad to get home from work so we could finally head out to go camping for the weekend. We got a bit lost on the back roads cause it was one of those "local secret" type places, so we didn't get there until around ten-thirty at night, so we decided to quickly put up our tents, smoke a joint and cigarette, then head to bed. Well, my middle brother Leroy forgot his tent, so he was just going to sleep in our parent's jeep which was fine with them. Eventually the pot did it's thing and we went our separate ways for the night.

Before I continue, I want to make it clear that this wasn't our first time doing this and Leroy wasn't the kind that scared easily, especially in the woods were we felt most at home.

That being said, at around four in the morning, I was awoke by the sound of my brother running to our parent's tent calling out for our dad, saying that he saw someone standing infront of the jeep, and that when Leroy went to see what he wanted, the man moved towards him and he emmediatly went for help. Our dad is ex-military, so he along with my mom both had their nine millimeter hand guns, plus the family dog Rouge, and I had a brand new hatchet and it struck me as kinda odd that Rouge hadn't noticed him, but it had been a long day even for him so we just let that be. Leroy was quickly moved into the tent with our parents while me and my dad looked around but didn't find anybody, however when I looked around the...