spooky hallow trail

One day on a quiet evening around 7 o clock, my roommates, Michael and Kevin and me decided it would be a good idea to go fishing. Of course, we had all the right supplies: including three fishing poles, bait, and most importantly, flashlights. We started our journey after eating dinner at McDonald’s. We get to our fishing spot, located in spooky hallow trail, South Carolina.

To get down towards the water we had to take Michael’s truck down the steep rocks of the spooky hallow path. Meanwhile, Michael’s radio turns off, and his headlights slowly start to fade away. At that very exact moment when the lights were completely gone, Michael was gone from the driver seat. The car had mysteriously turned off, and stopped completely. I was sitting right next to him in the passenger seat, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. With one blink, Kevin and Michael switched places with each other in the car, the car turns on, and we slowly make it down towards the water. With Kevin still confused as of why he got switched into the drivers seat, he still must maintain enough focus to park the car safely. Michael screaming in the backseat opens the door to the truck right before we got to the stop and starts to vomit. 

While still in absolute shock of what had happened in the last 5 minutes, we all began to wonder what the date of the day was. It was October 31^st. the Day of the dead.  Suddenly, a very saddened voice whispers to us in the name of death: 10 years ago, a group of three boys went fishing on spooky hallow path on the day of the dead, but never returned.  Kevin, Michael and me sprint back to Michael’s truck and barely make it back up the hill. The lights and radio ever came back on. The night spooks us every day, and it something that we will always remember.