We Passed Her Twice. That Should Be Impossible.😱

We run remote trails most weekends. This one, deep in the mountains outside Seattle, was steep and silent. Midway up, we passed an older woman in all white. Modern gear, maybe 70. One hiking pole. No smile, no reply. We didn’t think much of it. Thirty minutes and nearly three miles later, we hit an impassable ridge. And there she was again. Same clothes. Same woman. There were no forks, no turn-offs, and the trail was tough even for us. She would’ve had to pass us without us noticing—on a single-track, uphill trail. She spoke this time: “Seems like the trail ends here.” Calm. Not creepy. At the time. We turned back. Didn’t see her again. But we should have. There was nowhere else to go. And now, I can’t stop thinking—was it the same person? Or something else entirely? #GlitchInTheWoods #CreepedOut #UnsolvedMoments #TrailStories