2 AM in a dead-silent Quebec suburb. We climbed the hill for the view—just two nightwalkers who knew these streets. Then I saw it. A white mass, too large for any animal, moving erratically at the base of the hill. My body locked up before my brain processed why. Footsteps approached—human-paced, deliberate—but the thing wasn’t coming toward us. It kept searching the ground like a predator sniffing tracks. My boyfriend, who laughs off horror movies, yanked me into a sprint. When we cleared the trees, the figure vanished. No sound. No trace. We cried afterward. Not from shock—from some deep, cellular certainty that we’d escaped something wrong. TL;DR: Either Quebec has undiscovered wildlife, or we brushed against something that defies labels. Still checking over our shoulders. (Questions welcome. We need answers.) #Unexplained #NightTerrors #QuebecMysteries