A 21st Century Memoir.

Haunted Trails: Part 2 of 3

Go read part one first!

Haunted Trails Part 2

Don’t look back! Don’t look back!

All I could think about was making a break for it, but my flashlight was shining on a rock in the middle of nowhere with a message telling me not to.

“What do we do?” I said.

Matt looked up and into the ravine, “I’m a little curious now. Do you want to try hiking a little further?”

“You have terrible reading comprehension.”

Matt chuckled a little. “Let’s go.”

I followed Matt as we carefully made our way down the grassy ravine that existed beyond the spray painted rock. We hiked with our flashlights in our hands and the darkness draped behind our backs. The wind had suddenly started to pick up as our hiking boots met the base of the ravine several minutes later. The whistling of nature’s breath made our surroundings all the more terrifying.

The light beams from the flashlight met only tall grass until the discovery. At the edge of the light that has guided us to the middle of the ravine stood an old wooden house.

“Forget the rock. I think it’s time to leave now,” I whispered.

Matt and I stood side-by-side several feet in front of what looked like an unoccupied house condemned for demolition.

“It doesn’t look like anyone lives here anymore,” Matt said as he looked at the falling structure. “Why don’t we check it out first, snaps some photos, and then head back?”

“I don’t want to go inside a building that’s about to fall.”

“Okay,” he paused for a moment. “I can run in there really quick to snap a few photos with my camera why you take some photos of the outside.”

I took the lens cap off of my camera. “This is stupid.”

“You’re the one that wanted to do a night hike.”

“Yeah, and this will be the last time I ever do this.”

I watched as Matt dropped his bag and ran inside with his camera at the ready. I snapped a few photos of the front of the house against the large mountains that sat behind it. There didn’t seem to be a moon out that night, so I wasn’t keen on taking too many photos of the dilapidated house without any lowlight.

“Matt, hurry up! I don’t know what happened to that moon you were telling me about!”

I waited for a reply.

“Matt?” I yelled again.

Read the rest next Wednesday.

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