Man Follows A Wounded Moose In The Forest – What He Discovers Next Turns His Life Upside Down!
The victory turned sour in an instant. His pulse thundered in his ears, and a thin film of sweat prickled along his back. This wasn’t just proof he was right—it was the confirmation of something far worse than he had imagined.
Jacob sat stiff in the police station’s worn waiting room, the air stale with old coffee and disinterest. His notebook rested in his lap, the tip of his pen tapping against it in uneven bursts. Time crawled. Officers passed him without a glance, their indifference a wall he couldn’t climb.
After more than thirty minutes of being invisible, he pushed himself up and strode to the desk. “Hey,” he said, forcing calm into his voice, though it trembled at the edges. “Could you at least hear me out? Just take my report.” His heart pounded so loudly it nearly drowned his own words.
The desk officer sighed and finally looked up, his gaze heavy with exhaustion. “Listen, kid,” he muttered. “Do you know how many crazy stories we hear every single day? If we logged every ‘shadow in the woods’ or ‘mystery figure,’ we’d never have time for real crimes. You want us to care? Bring something solid.”
The dismissal hit harder than Jacob expected. He sank back into his seat, staring at the floor. He had no proof—just his instincts and the bone-deep certainty that he wasn’t wrong. His hands curled into fists. He had seen what he’d seen. If no one else believed him, he’d just have to make them.
