Standing in front of this enormous abandoned hill, my friends and I were very intimidated and nervous about pursuing this exploration. Looking over at John I saw the look of fear and discomfort in his eyes as we started the long and rigorous journey up the hill. Step by step I can see that Mike is trembling at his knees and is perspiring all over himself. The butterflies must have been getting to Mike and he vomited all over the side of the hill. I handed Mike a little blue handkerchief for him to wipe his forehe

ad with and asked, “Are you alright?” He looked nervously back at me and exclaimed, “I’ll survive, at least I hope we’ll all survive this trip.” All I could do was look at John and chuckle at the comment that Mike made to keep the group morale up. The closer we approached the top of the hill the more anxious and overwhelmed I became to finally reveal the truth about the town hoax. I started cracking wise jokes about the Indians to John and Mike to relieve the tension there was between our stomachs and the food we ate about an hour ago. John ran ahead of the group towards the top of the hill, while trying to show off he tripped on a large branch that was sticking out of the earth’s crust and we watched him tumble down the large hill. “Ouch!” yelled John from the bottom of the gigantic hill ranting and raving at nothing relevant to the moment. Hysterically laughing waiting for John to reappear on the scene Mike hears some weird chanting coming from the top of the hill. The chanting sounded like an old Indian war cry for either rain or buffalo to appear followed by some fading screams warning us to turn around and head back to town. Trying to ignore the chanting thinking it’s our imagination getting the best of Mike and myself we look at each other nervously. “Is that you messing around making those chanting noises John?” Mike yelled down the hill. Mike and I looked at each other with a state of confusion while waiting to hear a response from John. Silence over took the moment and a state of panic kicked in. Mike started screaming down the hill for John but still no response. Mike looks at me in the eyes and begins to run frantically down the hill in search of John. I immediately follow Mike down the hill yelling for John only to see John sitting on a semi-large rock talking on his cell phone

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