MOB ACTION GHOST RIDE (x-posted to Tumblr)
This was tonight's bike route (picture stolen from Mike Grogan). 26 miles of goodness. It's 4 AM and I just got home.
I finally got to venture into Bachelor's Grove during the night. The closer we got, the more unsettling the ride became. Definitely heard some weird male yelps, experienced energy drains, and Keith saw a scarecrow-shaped figure that just disappeared at a second glance. AND THEN, oh god, we hit a wall of really cold air. That was before we even got to the cemetery. The whole trail into Bachelor's grove was TERRIFYING AS FUCK. There was ground up chalk and salt strewn across each entrance of the cemetery to ~keep the spirits in~. It didn't really matter to me because I was still shitting bricks when we went into the woods surrounding the cemetery. The whole time we were in there I kept my eyes fixated on my feet so I wouldn't see anything. A few people saw someone ("someone") in white retreat into the woods on the other side of the pond. While we were walking in/around there I had to endure listening to scary stories people had about the last times they went there. It seems like shit really gets crazy at 3 in the morning. Rocks just fly everywhere and sound like they're hitting every tree in the woods (this was verified by two people). I was so relieved when we decided to leave. I'm in no rush to go back there.
Oh, and we definitely had to run (well, ride) from the infamous Worth ladycop on the way home. She had the spotlight on us but all eight of us escaped. We're the best.
I'M STILL SO JUMPY AND AWAKE OH GOD THE PHONE RANG AND I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK.