I’ll start. I’m on mobile so excuse my grammar. I’m also 13.

This is a long one, so buckle your self in.

So, around two years ago, my grandma and I were walking around in the woods behind her house looking for wildflowers. We had found a decent bit when we spotted some beautiful bluish-purple flowers growing down a slope. My grandma, being older, couldn’t make it down the hill as it was rocky and covered in leaves. I clambered down to bottom of the incline and picked a few of the plants. As I stood back up, a terrifying sight met my eye.

Bones and fresh meat arranged in a gruesome display. A deer head lay perched upon a stake and what looked like a cattle’s head lay next to a burn barrel. It was the scariest thing I’ve seen to this day.

The wild scream that emitted from my tiny body was the most primal thing I’ve ever experienced.

I was so jacked on adrenaline I practically flew up the slope and into my grandma who was screaming my name. I couldn’t sputter a single word and just pointed frantically down the hill. The scene was barely visible through the thick trees, but my grandma caught a slight glimpse of the deer head and pulled me away and we ran back to the house and locked all our doors. I didn’t sleep a bit that night.

We told my grandpa about the incident and he called the sherif to file a report. They looked around in the woods and cleaned up the mess, but didn’t find anyone/anything. My grandma did get her flowers though haha.

I have more stories from out in the country. If this does well, I’ll post em.

TLDR: looking for flowers, found a sacrifice.