I've ever messed with something that you don't understand.

And I'm not talking about when you were a kid and your friends used to dare each other

to chant bloody Mary 50 times in front of the bathroom mirror.

What I mean is going somewhere unfamiliar and thinking you're safe just because you

have a good feeling about what you're doing.

Trust me.

I know what it's like.

You're having a good time.

The adrenaline kicks in because you're experiencing something new.

It's easy to disregard any rules that were outlined before you left.

But it's this kind of recklessness that claimed the life of one of my friends when I was young.

Poor innocent soul who didn't need to die.

This is the story of the dangers of disrespecting the supernatural forces which lurk in the

shadows of certain places.

I'll tell you the story as best I can.

Some of the details might be a little vague because this is more than 10 years ago.

It was the summer in the town of Parkeski, California and the heat was beating down on

us as we walked down the same route that we had every day from school.

But this fateful Friday, there was an air of excitement about our group.

At least between me and Emily.

Jeremy wasn't so keen on our plan.

What if someone sees us?

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