So a few years ago my grandfather passed, we have a camping spot we poured his ashes out to, my mother and her family like to visit that area because it was their dad n stuff, anyway fast forward to this summer around July, we went camping and it was the last day, tents were being packed all that, i didn’t realize my family was going to the spot where they poured my grandfathers ashes my mother kept telling me to put on my swimsuit and shoes to walk down the river with them (I was on my period the whole camping trip and I had no tampons left) my shoes were broken and I couldn’t pull myself to go there, not just because it was literally like my grandfather’s grave but something was off, I felt like something really didn’t want me to go, I kept asking my mother to stay behind, stating my reasons, she told me we’d mostly be in the water anyways I’d be fine, and she feared something would come get me (I would’ve just stayed in the car) part 2 soon -LD