Around last March me and my roommate at college decided to go camping at a place just above our college in Eastern Kentucky one day. We had got up there and unpacked our tent and soon realized that we had forgot the poles (I know.) So we pack up and start to head down the mountain. At this time it's about to storm, around 9PM and it's dead silent in the woods. My friend had fallen and hurt his knee so I grab some of the gear he brought too and call for a buddy to meet us at the bottom of the mountain. A side note is that we had usually whistled to each other while hiking because it's easier than shouting. Anyways, I hear my particular whistle which is a unique one, (sorta like the one from Assassins Creed) coming from down the mountain. Assuming it was our other friend waiting at the bottom for us, I whistled back until he calls us and asks if we were whistling at him. We tell him, "No, I just whistled back at you" and he tells me he had heard two distinct whistles.then I hear the same whistle again coming from behind me up the mountain. At the time I didn't think much of it. Later on I realized I smelled ozone around the mountain and when I described this to my fiancé she was getting chills and she told me about the Goatman of Appalachia that supposedly smells like ozone and mimics its potential victims. I'm not sure what it was but I am damn sure it wasn't a bird.

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