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| The sounds began innocently enough. Small packs of coyotes break the silence of the night. First one pack then the other as if they were communicating. Yes, there just over that hill and then behind us and then again to the side. We stood by quietly listening and actually enjoying the sounds of nature. Suddenly the yips and howls turn into screams. Within seconds the entire forest was screaming from all directions. It was all around us. "What the hell is that?" The Blairwitch fire seemed to grow as the screams reached their peak. (ok, so that's a lie, but the rest is true) At first we look at each other speechless. Then a few minutes later it starts all over again, only louder. We break out in nervous laughter at the terror that we knew would soon approach. We laughed hysterically at the thought of being out here all alone and being attacked by the demons of the night. Andy and Kurt had both seen the old 1975 made for TV thriller "Trilogy of Terror" pt3 and knew the woods were full of those little VooDoo Zuni doll bastards bearing teeth and knives. We armed ourselves with long sticks and a full cans of beer... |
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