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Oh, right, the park. It also had many paths to choose from. Since I made the decision, it was obvious things were going to get scary. It's a gift and a curse (sorry to steal your phrase Monk but it works). I have this need to always choose left over right. I just feel that people always choose right automatically and left is completely neglected and, well, left out. I always choose left, not just because of its feelings, but because I've grown to love left, just like I love odd numbers. So when Natalie asked which way we should go, I proudly declared, "left!" I thought it was a good decision. It wasn't like in Beauty and the Beast where Maurice decides to take a shortcut along a path with creepy jagged branches into the woods and the horse is like, "Are you crazy?" (even though it didn't actually say anything though it totally could have since it was an animated Disney film with talking objects but whatever). The trees looked safe and the path seemed tame. Of course.
Anyways, we keep walking until we see a bridge. I went "Ohhh, cool. A bridge." and Natalie said something like, "That's odd. I've walked in this park numerous times and I don't recall there ever being a bridge here." Then we had that moment where we slowed slightly and mist seemed to collect around the bridge while eerie music played in the background and a girl with long beautiful red hair walked up to the bridge in plain sight and walked through one of the holes in the side to drop down underneath. Okay, so I don't actually think there was mist and the music was probably in my head but the red head was there in a flannel shirt and black jeans with a backpack. The girl must have noticed us walking towards her. You would think that sneaking under a bridge would be something you attempt when you are sure no one is looking. Apparently not. Natalie and I kept declaring how strange this was with a few "What the f*cks?" mixed in.
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We decided to walk on the bridge and see what exactly was going on. We weren't exactly using our inside voices as we declared that there was probably a drug deal going on right beneath us. I said aloud that we were probably going to get shot. At this we laughed, not because it was actually funny but because if we laughed it would somehow convince the drug dealers below that were just joking, completely ignorant, and not worth shooting. Still, we had to look back and over the side. There was no one there. Suddenly things changed. This was not a drug deal situation, it was more likely a ghost to have disappeared so quickly. Then Natalie pointed out a tied up black garbage bag in the plants and stream that lay underneath the creepy bridge. She mentioned Dexter and laughed and I laughed too, worrying whether it was a friendly serial killer of killers or just your average serial killer of young girls walking aimlessly in creepy areas. The absence of the pretty red headed girl starting weighing on me further.
Nevertheless, we kept on walking, against all common sense just to prove to ourselves that there is a simple and safe explanation to it all. We never really found one. At one point we walked past a large circular burnt area of field. It almost looked as if some of the burns were designs etched into the ground. Now the ghost serial killer drug dealing red headed girl was looking like a witch too. Suddenly we heard something in the bushes beside us. Nothing seemed to be there but it was probably a demon or a monster or a killer that was just waiting for us to say something from a horror film like, "Don't worry, it was just a mouse or something. Nothing could possibly harm us here. Let's go do drugs or something else slasher movies disapprove of like sex shall we?" So we just laughed nervously and picked up the pace. Then, I stopped because I saw someone peak around from a bush in front of us and then duck back away. Natalie didn't see him so rather then tell her to take my word for it I declared loudly for her to follow me towards said bush to see that there was in fact someone creepy waiting behind it. I don't know why my survival instincts were so poor that night but as it turned out it was just two teenage guys sitting on a bench behind a bush staring at us as we walked by as if we hadn't walked that far just to see if they were there all the while saying how creepy they might be.
Then baby quail ran across our path, then their parents, and then apparently some relatives with an uncle that had worst survival instincts than me since he kept running in small circle right in front of our feet as if he couldn't make up his mind to follow the others or fall back. It's possible he mistook us for the witch/ghost/demon/monster/drug dealer/killer and was being a hero by distracting us while they other quail made it across. I think not though since he let the children go first unsupervised. Tsk tsk. That's when we realized it would be dark very soon and was probably not a good idea to keep going, at least not without a flashlight which could act as both a source of light and a weapon (Nancy Drew style). So we turned back, all the more sane for escaping the path of possible peril. We're planning on going back soon for a creepy night time adventure. Don't worry, we're not completely hopeless. We'll bring flashlights and take some pictures for you guys.
PS - The pictures would be of weird and creepy things like the bridge, not anything perverted. Just wanted to make things clear. That's what she said. Wait, what?
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