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So I live in eastern Oregon, and my mom lives in western Oregon. I went to visit her for the summer and she’s very outdoorsy so we decided to take the 1 hour drive from her city to the coast. We end up at this free camp site at the top of this hill (huge foot hills of the coastal mountains, about a 25 minute drive from the top where the campsite is to the bottom where the main road was) and we were the only campers there.
We relaxed for the rest of the day, made food, etc. A truck full of men drive up the hill and talk with my mom (idk what about, wasn’t suspicious at the time) and they leave us.
Fast forward to the middle of the night. I wake up to my mom sitting straight up in the tent. I wake easily so i heard her gasp and it woke me. As soon as she saw i was awake she put her hand over my mouth because I was starting to ask her what’s wrong. It was dead silent and all of a sudden you hear footsteps RIGHT beside the tent. The little flap that covers the zipper was even moving.
Thankfully my mom has quick wits and said very loudly, “Kenny grab the gun”
Kenny is my dad, although that doesn’t matter, and mind you he was not there, just us girls like i previously said.
They left. No harm was done. Thank the lord for my momma.
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