Did you hear that? Or did I?

My boyfriend loves camping and I dread it bugs, dirt, unidentifiable sounds, birds that aren't visible and camp fire smores. Since I was grieving from the loss of my uncle I agreed since he loved camping and I could pay a tribute to him by going. Once we arrived he immediately pitched a tent because there was going to be unexpected rain. The tent was up and we were inside and talking and laughing. I told him while inside I really hate the woods because I had an encounter and ever since felt like I'm still being watched ever since. We laughed and I brushed it off because it was several years ago. Thunder started and you couldn't really hear much but at one moment I heard something before a thunderclap I convinced myself it was nothing because my boyfriend didn't hear anything so we slept peacefully. When I unzipped the tent and stepped out to stretch and get some fresh air and looked at the rising sun. When I turned to the entrance of the tent it was two footprints as if someone were standing outside our tent watching us sleep while in the pouring rain. I thought about that night I had went camping with my uncle once and the same thing happened all those years ago.