“Okay miss, well I have to say I don’t have my little name badge but I volunteer for the trail maintenance and I come out here early like this on weekends. The older man frowned but didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the scenario. I only saw him for a second,” Claire replied. “Excuse me, are you alright? Who was that guy? You know them?”Ĭlaire shook her head “no”, and took her headphones out, wrapping them around her iPhone and putting them in her pocket. It reminded her of the one time she had been in a car accident and got so frazzled she barely remembered it at all. “Hello miss, do you know that person?” the older man asked as he slowly approached Claire.Ĭlaire stood frozen, still reeling from the quick turn of events that just happened. Claire realized he must be trail maintenance. In his hands he held a large black trash bag, and in the other, a grabbing stick, the kind with the trigger on one end that moves a pincer claw. The older man wore a reflective fluorescent vest, highlighter yellow in color, over a beige work shirt, and dark khaki pants finished off with nice brown leather shoes. It was mere seconds before he vanished into the thickly wooded area surrounding the trail and Claire was met with an almost as curious sight: an older man, further down the trail, also watching the masked man disappear into the forest. She noticed he also wore black gloves and heavy boots. She scrambled backward, crablike, and watched as the masked man also tripped and fought through the thorny bushes that lined the path. Seeing this, Claire yelped and backed up quickly, stumbling over her own two feet and landing on her butt on the rocky dirt. When she turned around, Claire was met with a confounding scene: a man, dressed in a black bomber jacket, dark blue straight-legged jeans, and wearing what looked like a balaclava pulled down over his face sprinted from the path behind her, and into the thick overgrown brush to the side of the trail. She barely heard it over the sound of her headphones, still playing a true crime podcast as she took the woodsy bike path through town to her friend Mel’s house that cold morning. The yelling voice came from behind Claire, making her whirl around, startled.
“Hey! Hey, excuse me, sir! What are you doing over there!?”
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