| First let me tell you that I was part of a crew, a crew is a group of kidz who get together scout out places to party and then we produce raves. all kinds of interesting shit goes along with it, like finding the right lights and lazers, different areas to set up like jungle room and massage rooms candy stands y'know alot of pretty fun bullshit. Well one day we all got together and decided it was time to throw another party. it had been 3 months since the last one and it was a bomb, DJs didnt show up and people left early , so we decided to wait awhile to throw the next one. it had already been more than a while. This is a true story, I swear to you. Our crew was called SuiteVibe Productions, if you rave maybe you've heard of us. But anyways getting back to the storyit was September 2nd and we had all gotten together to scout out some warehouses in the Drastab industrial district of Atlanta. We had our flashlights, our blueprints, our crowbars and all that was left to do was scope the surroundings and interior. So then 3 of us were set to go while Amanda stayed behind to await our call and start booking DJ's and draw up some fliers on the computer. Me , Alan and Lynna got into the car and started driving towards the area, before we even got there I had a bad feeling, you know how you can just feel something is wrong, or evil. I started sweating and told them about my bad feeling. They didnt listen they just said that that is the reason you dont take drugs. Finnally about 30 minutes later we were there, the district in itself looked disturbing, Alan took charge "Allright guys I'm gonna take the east side, Lynna you search the West Josh you go ahead inside and scope out the main area and we all will meet on the north" Before I could speak they were off , Fuck it I thought to myself and made my way into the ware house. It was gloomy and really dark water dripped from the pipes, and there was a disgusting odor, it smelt like there was a pile of dead cats in the area. This is gonna need alot of cleaning up I thought to myself, the fear subsiding. I swung my flash light back and forth searching the area for anything too unsafe. suddenly there was the sound of a scream, a nerve racking scream. I shuddered, chills ran up and down my back and goosebumps popped all over my arms. I said outloud "Fuck this" and started heading back towards the entrance , before I got through the door I heard another scream, still very disturbing but this time I recognized it. " Oh my god Alan!' I turned back around and screamed out his name running through the rummages of the old warehouse, finally I got to the loading dacks and there he was just sitting there chilling, I walked up to him and asked " Why were you screaming, man?" He turned around and looked at me confused "huh?" he replied, "didnt you scream?" I asked. " No" he replied in a confused tone. Lynna "shit Lynna!" I ran to the west wing, alan followed. There she was searching through panels and pipes. "You Allright?" I asked out of breath, "uh yeah" she replied "then who the fuck screamed?" " I dunno she answered" another scream, this time we all heard it. "Fuck this" Lynna said heading towards us we all decided to go through the ware house since it was faster to get to the car, we paced rapidly, we were closing in to the door when out of the shadows came a little girl her face as pale as the moon she wore a white nightgown we stopped " hey little girl?" "are you okay?" she didnt say a word she just walked in front of the door and stopped her eyes were open staring, staring at nothing. "Hey Little girl, did you run away from home?" Lynna asked. and then approached the little girl , Lynna reached her hand out to touch the silent girls face but before she made contact a face of fear came over the little girls face, her mouth opened as if screaming but nothing came out, before we knew it the little girl evaporated and , suddenly the nerve racking scream returned this time as if in the same room, we fled, when we got to the car we drove back to my house not stopping to look back, not stopping even for redlights in the district, when we got to my house we all got out of the car and started heading into it, we were all silent shaken up, I forgot my ciggarrettes in the car so I turned around and saw that there were infant footprints on the hood. My eyes teared, Fuck the Ciggarrettes, I thought to myself and turned around and ran into my house. ever since then I have not been a part of a crew...I still go to raves of course butI will not go to a warehouse party, massives are the only to go! Peace out. |
