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This night started as a pleasant evening with friends. Dinner at a new restaurant in a 50's theme. The Beach Nut, Cracker Lady and Mountainwinds and our respective mates. Harmless, fun evening. Cracker Lady and Beach Nut were groovin with the 50's music. Unfortunately, I am too young to know the songs so I had to listen.

No thoughts of the evil that awaited us. Three couples, who before the night was over, would suffer the most horrible of events. Our lives will never be the same.

After dinner, we headed back down a darkened road. Not many people live there. We suddenly came across a farm where part of it was well lit. Fall decorations everywhere. Rides for children. Plenty to see and do. The next decision we made sealed our fates.

From Cracker Lady came, "Oh, this looks like fun!". We agreed to stop and check out the roadside event. Parked our car and joined the crowd. Dusk by this time. We proceeded to tour the different events. Someone pointed out that people were getting on a haywagon and going "somewhere". So we got in line to go, too. By the time we got aboard and the wagon started to move, it was dark.

Now things changed. The night was not so familiar. Spooky in a way that made your skin crawl.

From out of the mist, we saw a creepy scene.

For some reason, we were all suddenly sitting Much, MUCH closer. I think Cracker Lady was sitting in my lap.

Suddenly, with no warning, things of horror jumped out of the night. Ghouls and goblins. The dead arose and followed us. One grabbed Cracker Lady and we managed to get her back in the wagon. She screamed again and again. Death scenes awaited each turn of the wagon. And the things of the night followed.

Suddenly, we were back in the light. Our nightmare was over. WE THOUGHT! Someone directed us to another area. We thought it was the exit from this night of terror. Instead, we were led into another area of total darkness. Things jumped out at us. We held hands in order to not lose a member of our group. Those things of darkness would have taken one of us for sure.

We're through this nightmare. We escape and run for our lives. Back into the car and back to the restaurant for something to soothe our fragile nerves. I think Cracker Lady and Beach Nut buried themselves in brownies and ice cream. I was calmer and only had a old fashioned milk shake.

While sitting there calming our nerves, we noticed that Cracker's white tennis shoes looked a little funny. The once white shoes were now a uneven light shade of brown. She knows she's supposed to wear her Depends. Now she's gone and watered her shoes. So embarrasing. We can never return to this restaurant again. Sad to think that one of such a mature age would do this to us.

Graham Cracker's Place
The Beach Nut
Mountainwinds

P.S. Cracker Lady also now drives a "PURPLE" van. If you wonder about this,
read the poem called "WARNING", By Jenny Joseph.