It’s midnight and as I expected, a black Ford F-150 Truck with tinted windows pulls up to my house. I walk outside holding a backpack with my portable speakers and a baseball bat. However, I quickly change my mind and leave the baseball bat inside the house. I hop into the back seat of the truck and am greeted by four large burly kids. “What’s up Matt? ” says Ben who is sitting in the drivers seat. With music blasting, Ben takes off the parking brake and presses his foot down onto the gas pedal. Soon we are heading down dark winding roads as we listen to music from Captain Murphy, which contributes to our mischievous mood.
Finally we arrive. We pull off onto a dark, narrow side road that winds back and forth like a snake. The car shook as the truck drove over the large rocks and potholes in this dirt road) With only forest and no streetlights surrounding us, this road looks similar to the horror movie the Cabin in the Woods. Then suddenly, in the darkness we begin to make out the ominous abandoned cabin in the woods. According to rumors a group of people used to worship the devil at this location. While at first I was a skeptic, one good look at the cabin made me into a believer.
Behind the house was a big shack with many devil symbols and cryptograms spray painted all over the walls. I opened the front door, the loud screeching of the door pierced our ears and bats flew out. From the devil symbols to the exposed framework of the building, everything about the cabin was creepy and uninviting. (DID I PUT IN EDITS CORRECTLY IN RIGHT ORDER HERE) I noticed the building was extremely trashed and the lack of light made us very thankful we all had smartphones with flashlights installed in them. One of my friends suddenly shouted out, “Hey Matt, check the attic. I looked up and saw a door on the ceiling. I climbed on top of a bookshelf to peek into the attic. Half expecting the girl from the horror movie the Grudge to be there since she lived in the attic in the movie, I was pleasantly surprised to only see bats. After exploring the guesthouse, we went around the building.
“What’s that! ” We stopped in our tracks as we noticed a well with the words written “Keep Out” in very large bold letters written on it as well as a broken lock. “Ugh,” I said, “Why does everything in this place have to be straight from a horror movie. This well looked exactly like the one shown in the movie The Ring. It was a circular well made out of old stones and cold cement. In this movie, the evil ghost of a dead girl who was locked in a well was released when some explorers broke the lock on a well and opened it. And that’s exactly what we preceded to do. The lock that was connected to the well was already cut so Kevin, the red haired, hot-tempered football player decided to open the hatch. With a very creepy creaking noise, he successfully opened it.
Our five heads popped up over the top of the well as we all looked above it to see what was inside. There was a rusty ladder leading inside but the bottom of the well was not visible. The little light we had from the moon and our cellphone flashlights faded into darkness before we could make out where the bottom of the well was. I took a rock from near the well and pulled out my stopwatch from my phone. I then proceeded to drop the rock in the well. One second. Two seconds. It took the rock exactly two seconds before a plop was heard near the bottom of the well where the rock landed in the water.
I had just learned this trick in my physics class the year before using the equation height equals one-half gravity times time squared. The time it took the rock to hit the bottom meant that the well had to be roughly 65 feet deep. We stared in awe at this well for ten minutes not able to convince each other to climb the rusty old latter that lead deeper into the well. (ADD MORE ABOUT TIEING INTO CONCLUSION)[DECISION] We walked back to the truck and hopped in. Ben put his keys into the ignition and started the car… No sound was heard.
“Start the car! ” Kevin exclaimed. I’m trying! ” Ben explained. But no matter how many times he tried, the car wouldn’t start. “Should we call AAA? ” Josh asked. I pulled out my phone. “I have no reception over here,” I said. Everyone checked their phone and realized we had no service. The road was too long for us to push the truck all the way back. After we had exhausted all options we pulled out some beach blankets and placed them inside the main living room of the abandoned cabin. Surrounded by demonic graffiti, and metal bars from the foundation that looked like jail cells, we attempted to sleep.
However, we did not sleep well that night. We were kept up by the creepy sounds of the outside with our ears extremely sensitive to any slight noise we heard. After what seemed like a lifetime, the sun rose again into the sky. We then began our walk of over 10 miles on foot on the narrow dirt road away from the house. We finally made it out of this secluded street and our phones regained reception. After an hour the AAA truck finally arrived. The truck was too big to go onto the narrow dirt road that lead to the house so we had to hike with the new battery 10 miles back to our truck.
Once we got there we were successfully able to replace the battery. The sound of the engine successfully starting brought out cheers from all of my friends. We were able to drive out of the abandoned house and make it back home. (NEED MAJOR EDITS TO CONCLUDING PARAGRAPH) What is odd about this experience is that I do not remember it as an adventure gone wrong. From looking in the addict to being hesitant about looking in the well, I have learned … Our purpose of this adventure was to scare ourselves and we more than succeeded on that aspect.
I have always found peoples relationship between fear and excitement interesting. Why do people find excitement in things that should cause fear such as horror movies, roller coasters, and skydiving? (VERY DIFFERENT THINGS) Although I do not know the answer to this question, I have come to realize that people have different tolerances for fear. My actions of deciding to go on this trip, being the only one to go into the attic, and deciding not to go into the well help shed a greater light on my tolerance of fear.
