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Ghostwriter
Nov. 25th, 2003 12:42 pmI would like to preface this tale by saying I don't necessarily believe in what this story implies, but I don't have a reasonable explanation other than to say it happened exactly as I say it did.
The day before Halloween on Hilton Head Island, we had all started to get a little grasping for something interesting to do since our collective vacations were coming to a close.
The decision was made to go to the old Baynard Ruins, but in order to make things a little more interesting we would show up around midnight and walk around the purportedly haunted grounds with flashlights like it was some half-assed Scooby Doo episode.
( As usual I was Velma. )
The day before Halloween on Hilton Head Island, we had all started to get a little grasping for something interesting to do since our collective vacations were coming to a close.
The decision was made to go to the old Baynard Ruins, but in order to make things a little more interesting we would show up around midnight and walk around the purportedly haunted grounds with flashlights like it was some half-assed Scooby Doo episode.
( As usual I was Velma. )
