My name is Sean Loxley.

I'm 23 years old and in my last year of study at the University of Wisconsin.

In mid-October of 2005, I've noticed a small flyer inside a cafe, advertising a Halloween

Carnival.

In Rose Creek Park, three miles or so outside the Milwaukee City limits.

My friends and I were looking for something to do on Halloween night, so we decided to

go to the Carnival for some cheap thrills.

There were three of us that night, me and my friends Darcy Karoo and Jack Lear.

We were all pre-med students at the University.

We had a few beers at my apartment on campus, and then we set out for the Carnival.

But we wound up not getting there until almost ten o'clock.

Some of the lights had been turned off in the park, and there weren't that many people

milling around anymore.

There was a haunted house for small kids, another one for more mature kids, and a haunted

trail leading off into the woods.

The trail was what had made me want to come to the Carnival, because I knew Rose Creek

Park went so far and so deep into the woods that it was guaranteed to be creepy.

Even though all it would certainly be was a bunch of fake tombstones and lurching zombies

and vampires which leapt on cue from behind trees.

But it looked like we were too late for the haunted house and the trail.

We bought some cider and no new hay trucks came along to take us down it, and no one else

had gotten into line.

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