Over the summer of 2011, a few friends and I had decided to check out a legend of the woods behind our town's baseball field. The legend consists of many reasons why it is haunted. Two girls supposedly got raped in the woods, and then were killed. Also, they say that lost burial sites were there since, ironically, it is located right next to a cemetery.
So, at around midnight, we decided to walk up. There were about 8 or 9 of us. We all walked slowly up to the gates leading to the woods. Some may call it the "gates to hell." No one was really brave enough to go back there except my friends Malik and Payton. They walked back and disappeared. As we waited there, weird things began to happen, not even in the woods. I heard girls laughing. I soon realized that my friend Sara and I were the only two girls there, and we were not saying a word.
My boyfriend Damian, was standing on the gate when he shouted and ran away from the gate. He claimed that a figure ran up to him. Not even 30 seconds after that happened, we heard yelling in the woods, and Malik and Payton came running out of the woods. They had both seen a face come up to them in the woods, then disappear. Payton though, saw the face with red eyes. Soon after, Payton began to cry. Now, take into account that Payton is the strongest person I know, and I had never even seen or heard of him crying. That was when we decided to go home. But, the craziness doesn't stop there.
On our way home, Payton started to complain about his back burning. I lifted up his shirt and saw scratches. Everyone was freaking out. As we got back to my boyfriend's house, he began to act funny. He started to gag, like he was throwing up. So then we took him outside. We had him on the ground. Then, as we thought he was done, he growled. It didn't even sound like him. Then he started coming after me until Malik and my other friend, Jake, stopped him.
They had him pinned on the ground as he was looking at me, telling me to burn in hell, calling me many unnecessary names. Payton and I are best friends. I don't see him calling me that, ever in my life. So, then I knew it wasn't him. So I kept by his side trying to get him out of it. Soon, Malik and Jake couldn't hold him. He began to yell in Latin. And that's when they told me it was for my own good to go down the street to Sara's house until he got out of it. So after an hour of waiting, I saw Jake, Malik, and Payton walking down the street. Apparently he was out of it, sort of. Payton was walking on the tips of his toes and was talking to his friend "Niles." "World War 2", as he said it. Then as I walked up to him, he looked to his "friend" and told him, "It's okay. She's my friend, she won't hurt you."
That night was honestly the creepiest I have ever been through. Payton doesn't remember one moment of it, and Payton has always told me it has never left him. Just recently, the whole 10th grade went on their sophomore retreat with our school, and Payton went with them. A bunch of sophomores, including him, went "ghost hunting" in the woods at the place of the retreat and he got "possessed" in front of the whole sophomore class. So, the school board sent him to a school for mentally ill kids.
But, the ones who were there the night it first happened, know that he is not crazy, that this stuff is true. We know that he is not "ill". We know the truth, no matter how much anyone makes fun of it.
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