It was the beginning of the summer and I had just turned 18 years old. I called up my friend, let’s call him Mike, because I wanted him to come over so we could go to Walmart and I could by my first knife on my own being 18 and all.
He came over and I bought my knife and decided to buy a couple of cigars too just for the hell of it.
After we bought our cigars we went down to a secluded park that we always call the “chill spot”. I’d like to point out that the chill spot has an extremely old church and graveyard right next to it and we have seen very detailed man-like figures out here before but we weren’t really fazed. It wasn’t our first run-in with the paranormal.