From Redditor u/TheTurtlePrincess96:
I spent a lot of time at my mother's father's house in the woods of Michigan. My brother and I got lost a lot, but if we could find the train tracks we could always get back. One time when I was about 8 and my brother was like 11/12, he didn't want me bothering him and ran away leaving me alone in the woods.
I was crying and wandering around when I came to a house with 2 horses in a pasture. I went and knocked on the door for help. This lady who looked like an older librarian answered and looked really shocked. I whined about my brother leaving me, and she told me to stay at the door while she went back in for something and then came out to walk me home.
I was telling her about the train tracks and she said she knew where they were. We get to the tracks and I'm cheering and pointing in the direction of my Grandpa's house, and I turn back and she was just gone. Not a trace of her.
I went ahead and crossed the tracks and followed the path to the house. My brother was already back and they were literally all outside about to go looking for me. Grandma had made dinner and we all went in to eat.
I told grandma that I wanted to bake cookies for the lady that helped me. She thought that it was one of the neighbors until I said she had 2 pretty horses. Apparently none of the neighbors had horses, and when I said her house was on the opposite side of the tracks she said that that was all thick woods and there were only houses on this side of the tracks. I was adamant about where I saw the lady and her house.
So the next day grandma packed a bunch of sandwiches up for a picnic in the woods, and to see where I saw the lady and her house. It was a long walk, but we made it to the pasture except there was no house and no horses. The only thing in the pasture was my hat that I lost while wandering around before finding the lady's house. We still had our picnic.