Firefly
09-26-2005, 11:11 PM
Denver is a wonderful city. I love it, and miss it dearly. There was always so much to do, be it Sakura Square, the Mall, Concerts, Live Music, bars, clubs, great food, or, in my case, ghost hunting.
In my previous editorial, I mentioned Shawna. She was my best friend, and we did pretty much everything together my junior year of high school. She was big on witchcraft, ghosts, and the occult.
There were rumors of another insane asylum, an old, Victorian looking one, up on the hill between Sheridan and Wadsworth. One night, her and Josh decided to check it out, alone. They followed the dirt road, ignoring the signs that said “No Trespassing” (pretty typical, eh?). Finally, you get to a turn around, where you see a sign and the building up on the hill. Next to the sign it says “Mr. Grimm’s Studebaker” on well, a Studebaker. Too scared to go up the hill, Shawna did a U-turn. The minute she was fully faced in the other direction, lights turned on directly behind her truck. Small, perfectly round circles were glaring right in her mirror.
The strange thing about this is that there is no other road. There is a house to the right of the hill, but according to Josh there was no lights on, and no cars outside. Keep in mind this is also a dirt road, and the only type of lights a car would have like that now days would probably make some noise. She stepped on the gas, and peeled out. The lights followed quickly. Suddenly, the lights disappeared and were replaced with orange bursts of light, and right then, next to the road, both of them screamed and saw a dark figure standing there. Shawna sped up even faster, and the headlights returned. They followed her all the way to the busy street, where they promptly disappeared as she stopped at a stop sign along the main road.
There is only one thing to do after an incident like that: go back.
It was just me and her this time, and she was no doubt scared shitless. I wanted to see these mysterious headlights for myself. So, we followed the road like so. We slowly crept along the road, when out of nowhere her truck sped up, (And I saw this with my own two eyes) and the steering wheel literally flew to the right out of her hands, and we crashed into a bush, just as she slammed on the breaks.
Then the headlights appeared behind us, and we realized we could see the asylum from where we were in the car.
She backed the fuck out, and I mean, she BACKED THE FUCK OUT. It’s kind of hard to describe the way we were facing, but she kind of did a back out U-turn, and whipped around and sped off. If that makes any sense. The crazy lights did not follow us that time. And, we didn’t go back to that spot after that.
Make of it what you will.
In my previous editorial, I mentioned Shawna. She was my best friend, and we did pretty much everything together my junior year of high school. She was big on witchcraft, ghosts, and the occult.
There were rumors of another insane asylum, an old, Victorian looking one, up on the hill between Sheridan and Wadsworth. One night, her and Josh decided to check it out, alone. They followed the dirt road, ignoring the signs that said “No Trespassing” (pretty typical, eh?). Finally, you get to a turn around, where you see a sign and the building up on the hill. Next to the sign it says “Mr. Grimm’s Studebaker” on well, a Studebaker. Too scared to go up the hill, Shawna did a U-turn. The minute she was fully faced in the other direction, lights turned on directly behind her truck. Small, perfectly round circles were glaring right in her mirror.
The strange thing about this is that there is no other road. There is a house to the right of the hill, but according to Josh there was no lights on, and no cars outside. Keep in mind this is also a dirt road, and the only type of lights a car would have like that now days would probably make some noise. She stepped on the gas, and peeled out. The lights followed quickly. Suddenly, the lights disappeared and were replaced with orange bursts of light, and right then, next to the road, both of them screamed and saw a dark figure standing there. Shawna sped up even faster, and the headlights returned. They followed her all the way to the busy street, where they promptly disappeared as she stopped at a stop sign along the main road.
There is only one thing to do after an incident like that: go back.
It was just me and her this time, and she was no doubt scared shitless. I wanted to see these mysterious headlights for myself. So, we followed the road like so. We slowly crept along the road, when out of nowhere her truck sped up, (And I saw this with my own two eyes) and the steering wheel literally flew to the right out of her hands, and we crashed into a bush, just as she slammed on the breaks.
Then the headlights appeared behind us, and we realized we could see the asylum from where we were in the car.
She backed the fuck out, and I mean, she BACKED THE FUCK OUT. It’s kind of hard to describe the way we were facing, but she kind of did a back out U-turn, and whipped around and sped off. If that makes any sense. The crazy lights did not follow us that time. And, we didn’t go back to that spot after that.
Make of it what you will.