#segment 9

A few more pics from the CMC Backpacking School trip down Segment 9 of the Colorado Trail on Sept 18th 2016. 

“Tucker, that story was lame. It wasn’t even scary!”

“It was too! The idea of a future without technology? Terrifying! Right Danny?”

“Eh, not really? I mean, in the right context sure, but these are supposed to be ghost stories, Tuck, and that had absolutely nothing to do with ghosts and therefore it was not at all scary.”

“Man, you guys are lame.”

“Shut up, Tucker, and listen to a real ghost story. So, my grandma used to tell me about how, back in her hometown, there was this abandoned old house. Y’know, your typical spooky ‘oh man it’s haunted I dare you to go in there’ house. But see, this house wasn’t like those other ‘normal’ spooky houses. It was actually haunted.”

“Your story is lame so far too, Sam.”

“Tuck shut up, I’m not finished. Anyway, grandma went in with a few friends on a dare one night. But the second they were through the threshold, a wind blew the door shut behind them. They tried to open the door, but it was jammed. Terrified, they moved through the house, watching as paintings literally moved to watch them go, jumping at every little creak of the floorboards. Finally they made it into the main room, where objects were glowing and floating in an angry, swirling mass.

“They all screamed and tried to run. The screams of others echoed them; screams of previous victims, now helpless and trapped in the house, looking to recruit more powerless souls to their cause. Grandma and one of her best friends managed to break through a window and made it out, but the others were never seen again. Their bodies turned up two days later though, on the lawn outside the house. Their deaths were ruled ‘accidental’, and even though grandma knew what had happened she never told the authorities, because who would believe her? And the house was never able to be torn down; machines and equipment malfunctioned whenever anyone tries. The house still stands to this day, and you can still hear the screams of the victims trapped inside.”

“…”

“…”

“What? Did that scare you two big strong boys?”

“Um, maybe?”

“Kind of? Uh, Sam, where is this house?”

“Oh, no. I’m not telling you. I’m sure you’d figure it out somehow anyway but, no. I’m not going in that house, and I don’t want you trying to go in there alone. Whatever ghost controls that place is angry, Danny, and I doubt even you would be able to stop it – or get out of its grip. Remember, it was controlling those other ghosts to do the dirty work!”

“Mmmm….”

“Danny, drop it. Besides, you haven’t told any ghost stories yet. Share something from your epic quests through the Ghost Zone!”

“Yeah, man, surely you have some good stories we don’t know about!”

“Eh, not really. You guys are there for the most important stuff. Everything else is just Skulker or Walker hunting me, visiting Frostbite or Dora or Clockwork, boring stuff.”

“Ugh, lame!”

“Yeah, man! Haven’t any of the ghosts told you any scary stories about their pasts or something?”