Man Follows A Wounded Moose In The Forest – What He Discovers Next Turns His Life Upside Down!
Dragging a hand through his hair, Jacob rose and left the station, the officer’s words echoing in his mind. Outside, he slid into his car and slammed the door. The engine coughed to life, and he pulled onto the narrow road that wound through Glendale.
The small mountain town wore the forest like a second skin. For Jacob, the trees weren’t just scenery—they were part of his bloodline. His parents, both forest rangers, had taught him every trail and taught him to read the wind like a language. But now, for the first time, the forest felt foreign, uneasy. Something was wrong.
His grip tightened on the wheel as his thoughts slid back to a morning a month ago. During his usual jog, he’d spotted a broken trail camera lying in the dirt. The casing was cracked, the lens shattered. He’d assumed a bear had knocked it down and thought little more of it. How naive he’d been.
In the days that followed, he noticed more—flattened undergrowth, camouflaged campsites, cigarette butts tucked under mossy logs. At first, he blamed careless hikers. But the unease was growing, creeping into his thoughts like roots into stone.
Then came the carcass. Not the wild, ragged work of a predator—Jacob knew the difference. These wounds were surgical, deliberate. The body was left behind like garbage. The sight had sent a cold current up his spine. Something malignant was moving through these woods.
