This year a small group of OC students decided to make the dangerous trip across Hood Canal waters and try to find those elusive, translucent ghosts. With a carful of Terri, Patrick, Brittany, Athena, and Laura, there was surely something to be found, even if half the crew wer non believers.
What a perfect way to start out the trip- in a McDonalds, with Patrick getting pissy about picture taking.
The crew in the hallway of the 'haunted hotel'. Were all excited because we've given a totally bullshit story to the desk clerk to get into one of the rooms that is underneath the one a monk hung himself in.
I took this picture of the ceiling of the room, hoping that there'd be ghostly blood seeping out of it or something. no such luck.
Our seance didn't have our desired results either.
Oh shit! Something grabs Laura and tries to pull her down a pipe! The horro. . . no. Just her actin' like a tard. . .
Everytime Patrick would say something non-believery, I'd take a picture. Though he doesn't look it, he's seething mad.
Athena could send a ghost screaming for the light with just one ounce of cuteness.
A 50's diner? Are there ghosts in here. Nah, just food and snap happy Terri.
Damn, that Laura is one sexy bitch.
Let me out!