This is a short story that happened to me several years ago, but still affects me to this

day.

Now, objectively speaking, this may not be very scary for others, but the image is burned

into my mind, and it is something I don't think I will ever forget.

School had just ended three weeks prior, and my friend and I were just hanging out enjoying

a surpassingly beautiful summer night.

I live in a very quiet little town.

There really isn't much commotion or really much of anything that goes on.

We have one main school in our graduating class as tiny compared to most.

Around midnight, we were pretty sick of playing games and wanted to do something different.

He suggested walking around outside on the beautiful clear summer night.

Without much hesitation, I agreed.

It was after midnight in a quiet town.

I figured not much could really go wrong.

My parents were asleep, but they trusted me, so sneaking out just to walk probably wouldn't

have been a huge issue.

We ended up staying out for a couple of hours.

We talked about movies, wrestling, and what our plans were for the rest of the summer.

Up to this point, it had actually been one of my favorite nights in a long time.

Just to be able to enjoy the nice breeze, the moonlight, and have some good old-fashioned

conversation.

We were already on our way back home, and we were probably only about five minutes from

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