Report (very creepy), written on a small notebook, found by walkers around the Rock Cassepot Forest of Fontainebleau, near a modest camera, where a single photo was loaded.
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Today I hike in Forest of Fontainebleau. It has rained and snowed the previous days and the sandy soil makes it possible not to be inconvenienced by the mud. I had just got off the train at the "Halte en forêt" when I heard a rustle behind me. Believing in the presence of a deer, I had the presence of mind to turn around and take a picture. [Above]. It was not a deer, but silhouettes that disappeared on a path perpendicular to mine, and provoked in my mind a deep anxiety. My neighbor often tells me, "Sometimes you have to fall at the right time." A sentence of mystery. That's what happened to me when I saw two hundred meters away, the same silhouettes pass on the path I was going to take to the right. I stumbled in surprise, but was it at the right moment? The small silent group was going to be in front of me. Except, except that, when I turned right, there was nobody. I almost forgot this disturbing sight on arriving at the Tower Dénecourt, before the Rock Cassepot. I'm having a coffee on a bench that has been cleared of snow, watching the families go up and down, throwing snowballs at them. As I walked towards the Rock Cassepot, I saw them again, a hundred meters ahead of me.
