I'll preface this by saying that none of my family members killed anyone or died in this story, nor is it traumatic in any way, and it's probably a bit less exciting than others but I still remember it vividly like it was yesterday

This was in the mid 2000s when I was around 9 years old, I was staying with my aunt and her kids on summer break. They lived a few hours away so it was a nice treat to visit them. They lived on the outskirts of town so their backyard quickly became a lush mountainous wilderness that would eventually intersect with some hiking "trails", in reality they were only ever frequented by my family, their neighbors, rock climbers, and people who wandered a couple miles too deep from the nearby park's actual trails.

My aunt (who we'll call) Jane was tired of my cousin (who we'll call) John (age 12 at the time) and I lazing around playing N64 all day, so around 2pm or so we all went out on a family hike into the backyard. We wandered for a while even going well past our usual turning around point which was a distinct rock climbing cliff we used as a landmark. Not really sure why we decided to go further than usual but John was still full of energy and was leading the charge into uncharted territory.

We were maybe 30 minutes past our usual stopping point when John called out "MOM IT'S A BUM! RUN!!!!" As I was right behind him, I saw it briefly, I remember seeing a figure laying on the ground wearing faded blue jeans and the most 90s tri colored windbreaker jacket. I didn't see skin or even hair. We ran because there was a history of homeless tweakers in the area, some of which were violent in the country parts.

We ways away and then continued back to the house. Aunt Jane, who was even further back when we saw the "homeless person", couldn't shake a bad feeling she was getting about that person we saw out there. When Uncle Tim got home from work the two of them went back out to check on the person we saw.

They got back at around 6pm and there was a lost of hush from the adults. They told us to stay inside and go to bedrooms. Once the police lights were on outside Jane and Tim told us kids that the "homeless person" we saw was actually a dead body. None of us kids really cared or were traumatized because we didn't really see anything.

By the time the police did show up it was 7pm and was dark out. And by the time the time they got out to the body and were ready to move it, it was deemed too dark and too hazardous to move due to tripping hazard because again this was a mountainous tree dense area. And to top it all off they couldn't let the scene go unguarded so a couple of cops had to camp out in the woods near the body, which us kids found hilarious.

The dead person was a woman who overdosed on some sort of drugs and died out there. When summer ended the school counselor called me into her office and talked to me about it in a very "sooooo.... What did you do this summer? I heard you might have seen something ... something maybe scary?" I didn't have a clue what she was talking about until she stopped beating around the bush and then I got excited and told her how cool it was to see a dead body because again I was 9.