>walking through the forest
>we're just out on a walk, thought it would be fun to try and jump over the ditch where a river normally is in wet seasons
>before we know it, it gets dark
>say our goodbyes and split up, both live in completely opposite directions
>lost in thought and lose my way, can't find the trusty beaten path but know our general direction
>start to get the feeling I'm being watched, probably just because it's dark and quiet
>the feeling really intensifies to the point where I feel like I just suffered a jump scare from a movie, I whip around with my heart pounding
>fucking shambling monstrosity right behind me, towering over ten times my height
>flesh is charred and blackish brown, dozens of spikes piercing it's head
>gooey fungus growing all over it, bugs oozing from it's skin
>become aware of a gaping, black maw and watch as a helpless bird flies out from it, almost eaten alive
>wind picks up strongly and the monster starts moving like it wants to grab me
>bolt for my life
>suddenly become aware that he has billions of friends and they are around me, shambling about, trying to kill me
>barely make it out alive
No one would believe me, but even to this day I see them everywhere whenever I look at a forest.