Who was He????......,,

It was a crisp Sunday afternoon when my friends and I decided to embark on an adventure—a mountain hike that we had been talking about for weeks. The plan was set for 5 PM, in the air as we prepared for our journey. My three friends, Jack, Walkdin (Smith), and Leon were all scheduled to meet at my place before hitting the road.

As I waited, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anticipation. Twenty minutes went by, and finally, Jack, Leo, and Smith rolled up, ready for an adventure. I couldn’t hide my excitement as they piled into my car. “Boys, you got the stuff?” I asked. Smith enthusiastically replied, “Yes, we have it! Let’s go now!” Without wasting a second, I fired up the engine, and off we went.

The drive felt long, and before I knew it, my friends had dozed off in the back seats. I had been driving for three hours when I suddenly hit the horn, waking them up. They were bleary-eyed and confused, “What? “We have no fuel, and there’s nothing in front or back. We’re stuck!” The terror on their faces was priceless until I finally admitted, “Just kidding! We’ve arrived!”

Once the shock wore off, they laughed, relieved but also annoyed with me. We parked the car and began our hike toward the mountain, which would take about two hours. It was nearly 1 AM when we reached the top, and the darkness wrapped around us like a thick blanket, making the woods eerily quiet but somehow peaceful.

After setting up camp, we decided to make some coffee and enjoy each other’s company. While I was putting together the camp chairs, I suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the bushes. “What was that?” Smith asked, his eyes wide. I shrugged it off while suggesting we check it out. We crept cautiously toward the noise, only to find…nothing. “Maybe it was our imagination,” I said, trying to dismiss the unease creeping in.

As we settled back around the fire, I decided to lighten the mood with a joke. “How do you fit an elephant in a fridge?” Smith instantly chimed in, “By opening the fridge!” We all burst into laughter, but just as I was reveling in the camaraderie, I felt something unsettling. My instincts kicked in as I noticed someone watching us from a distance. 

I discreetly signaled to Smith, and he quickly caught on, whispering that we should take it easy. I proposed we head back to the camp, sensing an impending danger. Leo, however, was ever the adventurous spirit, eager to explore the night further. “Ya’ll crazy! We’re here to enjoy the mountain!” he declared.

Frustrated, I insisted we leave; the atmosphere felt wrong. Jack decided to back me up, but by now, the tension was thick. I excused myself for a “nature call,” and Jack followed. As we distanced ourselves from the camp, I explained my concerns about the figure lurking in the bushes. Jack was visibly shaken, and I reassured him, “We’re four people. We can handle anything!”

Returning to the camp, I could tell my friends were spooked. Leo was visibly shaking while Smith wore a terrified expression. To calm the nerves, I suggested we head back home because my wife is sick and she asked me to come home early so thinking that a good night’s sleep would clear our heads. They all agreed, and we hurriedly packed up.

Just as we began to head back to the car, we heard footsteps behind us—heavy ones at that. Panic set in, and we took off running, not knowing how far we had to go. After fifteen minutes of sprinting, we stopped to catch our breath. “We should get out of here as fast as possible,” Leo suggested wisely, surprising me with his insight. 

In that moment, I glanced around and realized Jack was missing. Panic surged through me. “Jack?!” I called out, but there was no response. Smith hadn’t noticed either. “We have to find him!” I yelled, and without hesitation, we retraced our steps.

We soon spotted him lying on the ground, unconscious, with a bad injury to his hand. My heart raced as I scooped him up and threw him over my shoulder, adrenaline kicking in. “Quick, first aid!” I yelled at Leo, who fumbled to help. Jack began to regain consciousness, mumbling, “Where am I?” 

After patching him up, we finally made our way back to where we had parked the car… only to find it missing. My heart dropped. “What do we do now?” Smith asked. “We need to leave. We’re not safe here,” I insisted.

We tried walking along the road, but we were all shaken and confused. Suddenly, we spotted headlights in the distance. “Help!” I shouted, waving my arms frantically. The car stopped, and There were a couple of young ones we asked them to come in, explaining our situation, and relaying our strange ordeal to the driver. “You’re lucky we drove by,” he said, shaking his head. 

Four hours later, we finally made it to safety—a hospital, where we could get Jack checked out properly. The relief of being sheltered from the wilderness was overwhelming. We expressed our gratitude to our rescuers, vowing never to speak of that night again.

Now, reflecting on that trip, it was a blend of panic, fear, and laughter that forged an unforgettable bond between us. Crazy as it was, we emerged stronger friends, filled with stories that would never fade.

 

sadly Jack Lost his left hand because of that injury so badly

that thing still scares me hope that it does not happen to anyone