This is a true story that happened to my friend and me in Cold Creek, Nevada.

Her family has a cabin out there, about 30 miles from Las Vegas, where we both live.

We planned to spend the night during the full moon because my friend wanted to do a spell for her cousin.

If you know anything witchy, you'll know

doing spells for other people is generally not a good idea. We knew that, but I was down to help her out,

and besides, I was excited to get out of the city for a bit. Crystal warned me ahead of time that the cabin

didn't currently have power or a cell signal. So living at home, I told my

parents they might not hear from me and that I'd be back by the next afternoon. I also packed

extra blankets and sweaters since no power meant no heat, and Nevada nights in autumn can get cold.

We headed out around 5 p.m. that Friday and started the drive to Cold Creek. On the way,

we grabbed some coffee and left the city lights behind as we hit the dark, empty highway. About

halfway through the drive, Crystal pointed out the prison we passed along the way. It's creepy,

but whether it's relevant to what happened later depends on what you believe.

The stars were out, and the road looked almost too bright under the full moon.

We drove for another forty minutes past the prison before turning onto the dirt road that

led to the cabin.

After a drive full of twenty-one pilots and Broadway musicals, we finally pulled up.

The first thing that stood out was the big fence surrounding the property.

Crystal hopped out with the car lights still on and opened the gate so we could drive in.

I noticed right away that there weren't really any neighbors nearby.

The closest house seemed far enough away that if we

screamed, no one would hear us. Or if they did, they probably wouldn't know where it came from.

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