08/21/2026
Practically Every runner in Ohio had heard stories about the woods.
Nobody really believed them.
At least not until the state meet.
The course looked innocent enough from the starting line. Flags snapped in the cool October wind. Parents crowded along the ropes. Coaches shouted last-minute instructions while hundreds of nervous runners bounced in place, waiting for the gun.
But about a mile into the course, the trail entered the woods, And that was where the stories began.
Old-timers claimed runners had disappeared in those woods decades ago.
They simply entered the woods...and never came out.
Of course, nobody at OhioCrossCountry.org believed any of it.
Until last year...
The starter raised his pistol.
BANG!
Hundreds of runners charged across the field.
At the mile mark, the leaders disappeared beneath the twisted branches of the old trees.
Two hundred runners entered.
Then the spectators waited on the other side.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Nobody came out.
The cheering slowly stopped.
Coaches stared at their watches.
Parents began whispering.
Finally, someone shouted, “Where are the runners?”
Course officials hurried toward the woods.
Then they heard something.
Footsteps.
Fast footsteps.
A lone runner suddenly burst from the fog.
His uniform was torn. Mud covered his legs. His race number was barely hanging from his jersey.
He stumbled into the clearing and collapsed.
Officials surrounded him.
“Where is everyone?”
The boy looked back toward the trees.
His face had gone completely white.
“They’re still in there.”
“What happened?”
The runner shook his head.
“You wouldn't believe me.”
Behind him, deep inside the woods, came the faint sound of hundreds of running shoes pounding against the earth.
Closer and Closer But no runners appeared.
The boy grabbed the nearest official by the shirt.
“Don't go in there.”
To this day, runners at the OhioCrossCountry.org State Meet are given one piece of advice before approaching the woods:
Stay with your teammates.
Don't follow voices calling from between the trees.
And whatever you do...
if you see a runner wearing an old uniform and a race number from a year before you were born—
DON'T FOLLOW HIM.
Because every October, when the fog settles over the course, people swear they can still hear them running.
Hundreds of footsteps.
Race after race.
Year after year.
Searching for the finish line they never found.
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