Hey there kids, it's me, Mr. Grape Pasta, and before you start on the story, I'm just

going to let you know about tonight's author, Jordan Group.

And if you've been here, you have definitely heard of him before.

Jordan Group can be found on YouTube, but Jordan Group Horror or YouTube.com slash Jordan

Group.

You're going to see a link pop up in the top little corner with the eye, and also a link

to his videos will be in the description down below.

I love doing work from him, I think he is a fantastic author, and if you enjoy it and

you want to hear more, you can go over to his YouTube channel where he narrates many

of his own works.

And now on to tonight's story.

This all happened about five years ago.

Still the memory of it lingers and the nightmares persist.

The details of everything are so clear in my mind, right?

The sights, the smells, the feeling of my pounding heart and I run for my life, terrified.

I've never spoken about this to anyone.

Until now.

Here goes.

The Pacific Ocean was at my back and the sound of crashing waves could be heard receding

behind me because I trudged along the uphill path of the trees.

The air smelled like saltwater, kelp, and pine needles.

You're not going to believe this place, Gilbert said, walking a few paces ahead of me

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