this story begins on a somber boring Halloween night. Kent you up to go have some fun asks Mike?.Yeah sure I tell my buddy. We jump in my old chevy and head off into a warm slightly muggy breezy night.Everything feels right about this night windows down music floating out freedom in the air as we toke on a joint without a care.Mike says I know of a bar up here lets hop in and have a brew minutes later I pull in and we hop out and in.As I open the door lively music hits my face. We sit down at the bar and order our brews.It's a lively little bar fairly crowded for its size tables are full, pool games going on.Mike lays his ten spot down on the table, I notice they have a game at the bar. If you can bounce a ping pong into a shot glass a free beer awaits. I grab a ping pong bounce it and it lights into the glass. I light a cigarette as the bar maid hands me my beer and says nice shot. I smile thinking yeah too. I drink my beer meanwhile mike is on the pool table making his shots. I grab another ping pong bounce it down and watch as it goes in, cool. the barmaid says you barely finished the last so so I gulp it down to make way. Looking over Mike has run the table. Taken the cash in, and starts another game. I finish my beer wipe my mouth and wonder what a cool night, can I do this again? Grabbing another ping pong I bounce it and again it goes down. My 3rd free beer in like 10 minutes .I'm liking the vibe I'm getting from this place and the beers to go along with my high. I grab another ping pong bounce it and it misses :( .Barmaid smiles, is your run over, she says? Then Mike walks up says lets go, more fun awaits. So I tell her looks like it is, thank you. As we leave we laugh about the fun we just had .We light off in the car Mike lights up another j, as we cruise off into the dark night. What's next Mike? He says about 20 minutes from here I'll show you just keep driving the way your headed. The radio is playing that forgotten song, ramblings coming on strong. we've got a thing that's called radar love we've got a light in the sky. Tune after tune drive us " Roll on down the highway"Let it roll. Bachman Turner Overdrive ,Bob Seger,plays rambling man. The night seems alive with magic at our fingertips. We ride the highway through fields and rural areas, Mike says slow down our turns up here. I'm thinking where, theres nothing out here.Here it is turn in here.I corner into a driveway full of crushed stone and slowly turn in listening to the sound of rock under my wheels.I look and begin to see a cemetery ahead and to the sides as I creep forward.Mike suddenly says did you hear that? I say Mike don't start that crap we're in a cemetery. I focus more when I hear something, what is that Mike? Suddenly a light comes on and another followed by others, holy crap it looks like theres 80 to 100 people with baseball bats pitchforks you name it and they're coming my way. I floor the accelerator spitting stones 30 feet back.My chevy is moving in a wide arc as this lane is cut like a half circle as I head back to the highway, I'm thinking to myself God we are going to make it, when in a flash police llghts come on and a cop car blocks the exit to the road.What has this night turned into? The policeman now out of his car says to the approaching throng, they didn't give you any trouble did they boys? One guy says no sir they were in a hurry to get out of here.By now the cop is at my door asking what are you doing in here? I am a mess, I cant speak he looks at Mike who says we turned in here by mistake we are heading to Joes house he lives on Miller street.This satisfies the cop and he tells us to leave and be safe.He pulls his patrol car out of the way and I sheepishly drive off thinking what the hell was that all about. The ride home wasn't nearly as satisfying. Mike never told me but I think he took me for one hell of a ride that night.He knew too much about what took place,anyway I sure had 1 helluva night.Every year this time I reminisce about this. For your information that cemetery was located in Cassadaga Florida. The largest known area for occultists and mediums IN THE WORLD.They protect their spooks and give some too. And I cross my fingers and hope to die if this wasn't true
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