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Scary Movie 4

Kelly at Suburban Blight has put up her own personal Halloween story- bq. When I was seventeen, my friend Megan and I went on a double-date with these guys Alberto and John, more a friendly thing than any type of hot high-school romance. We'd seen a movie and had a slice of pizza, but none of us were quite ready to go home yet - curfew wasn't for another hour. The guys asked Megan and I if we'd ever heard of Devil Worship Road. Of course we had - although neither of us had ever been there. Our escorts proposed that we go, and we readily agreed. bq. Creaking over the old 400 bridge was creepy in itself, but the place where the road ran out was downright forbidding. We made our way - in John's old seventies-model Jeep - up the hill, only stopping when the ground became too uneven for the car. We climbed the hill to the wreck of the house on foot, none of us talking much, save for the occasional nervous laugh. We walked around the ruins of the place, me getting the heebie-jeebies every second minute about the dangers of falling into the debris-filled basement. Around behind the house, we spotted some strangely shaped objects hanging from the six trees that formed a small grove in what had been the back yard. bq. We went to investigate. From the lowest limb of each tree hung a small-kitchen garbage bag, tied with its own neck. Of course, back in those days, every boy had a pocketknife on him, and many girls, too. Alberto cut down one of the bags...and out rolled the severed head of a German Shepherd. Fresh. bq. Each tree had its own dog's head. And on the ground on which we stood, painted in blood - we later found out it was the dog's blood - was a giant pentagram, some six feet across. Read the whole thing here. I'm from Smyrna, a small town on the northwest side of Atlanta, and we also had our version of Devil Worship Road. Never had an experience quite like hers though.... Posted by maestro at October 31, 2003 12:55 PM | TrackBack