Do You See This

It was my friend, Jennifer's 16th birthday weekend, and her parents had been planning for it for weeks ahead of time. Now, Jennifer called every friend she could think of, but most of them were busy or graduated, so only two others showed up: Kim and I. 

That made it the three of us to party our weekend away. But that also made three, and freaky things usually happen in threes. Well, we were on our way to the campsite near the beach, and we had everything planned out and all. We were set to have the best time. 

Unfortunately, when we arrived to our campsite that had been reserved and paid for about two weeks, someone was already parked and set up there. Boy, were we pissed. Jennifer's mom called the coppers because the other party wouldn't leave (since they had paid as well). 

The coppers did nothing but suggest that we share. Bull crap! We ditched the original plan and went to (name disguised) and decided to get a way better spot. We paid, entered and searched...and searched...and searched. It was about 10:00 by the time we found a proper spot to stay in. 

We had searched for around three whole hours! One thing we all noticed, though, was that there were bunnies everywhere, nonstop, day and night. It was two empty spots, one next to the other; #33 and #32. Kim went over to #33 and yelled to us that it was perfect, but luckily Jennifer ruled in favor of #32. 

Three was definitely the unlucky number so far. It took us 30 minutes to set up the tent, 30 minutes to get a fire going, and we stayed up telling scary stories for three hours. Jennifer's mom told us about a recurring dream she'd had a long time ago. 

Kim made up a lame story about dead rabbits or something, I told them a true haunting story, and Jennifer made up the freakiest story of all, involving a disturbing dream of Masquerading Vampires in a black room with bleeding walls and a blood-stained carpet. 

This made Kim and me cold to the point of shivers. Jennifer was definitely the imaginative one. The first day...we'll skip ahead...the second day, we decided to go on a little "nature hike." 

So we all got up adventurous sides and went down the path. Along the way, we looked around us, noticing the beauty of everything, noticing the multiple bunches of bunnies around us, hopping everywhere like crazy. Well, we continued on and finally reached the path. The first thing we saw was a low bridge covering a ditch in which a small river flowed at one point. It had been completely dried up by that time. 

When we had walked for about three minutes (uh...hmm), we merged onto a dirt path, surrounded by trees and brush that had been pushed to the side. In some clearings, there were 2 foot poles with a flat surface on which there was a number. 

We passed them all by, one by one, up to the number six. After each number was a smaller path. At the end of the main path, off to the left was a much wider path, more like a lot connecting to the beach. It was completely deserted, with weeds sprouting further inside. 

We decided to explore this place, but as soon as we entered, we got a bad vibe. Everywhere was dry ground and polluted bodies of water with birds swimming in them. We got further out into the wastelands, and I was looking at the ground suspiciously since the ground varied in some spots. 

Suddenly, Jennifer pointed out something strange, like tracks. Everything became strangely silent at that moment when I looked down. There were holes in the ground, small and conspicuously lined up to the point of hard ground. Strangely enough, it looked like marks made by a cane in sand. Even stranger, there were no footsteps next to them. We continued on, but a feeling of being followed struck us all, and we turned back. 

Within a few steps, my feet began feeling heavy, and I looked on the bottom of my shoes and found big piles of sand gathering on them. I looked back at my tracks and saw oil bubbling up through the sand. It turns out that all of that land was washed-up oil from spills a long time ago. 

We walked nearly to the entrance, when I looked down and saw something even stranger...tire tracks. They had not been there before, nor did we hear anyone come by, and during the time that we were there, I kept looking in back of us and saw nothing. We hastily left that part of the land and continued on our way down the main path. 

We passed by all of the numbers...5...4...3...2......3? Something was different about three, and we stopped. What was wrong... "There's a path here..." is what I said. "Yeah, so?" is what Kim said. "Well...there was no path here before." is what I said. "Hey...you're right!" 

Jennifer had screamed, and we all gave each other a strange look and ran our asses out of there. We all kept going until we reached the end. We stopped a minute, caught our breath and decided that it was all in our head, when I realized that something else was wrong. 

I looked at them both and said "There was no number 6". So we al linked our arms and hustled ourselves back to the end of the path, where the number 6 resided...except, it was missing. So we dismissed it as our imaginations once more and hustled back. Once again, we were magnetized to the number 3...but something was different again. 

"This path...was open before." is what Kim said. 

Jennifer and I just nodded. What was wrong was that this time there was a tree that was growing sideways blocking the path somewhat, when there had been absolutely nothing before, and no path there at all before that. So we stood to talk about it for awhile. 

While Kim and Jennifer fought over who was going to die first, I was interested by an object somewhere inside the "path". I looked like...a small 2 foot pole, with a flat surface on the top. I poked them both to get their attention. They saw what I saw and I just smiled. "No number 6, huh?" is what I said. 

With that, we all started back to our campsite. It was beginning to get dark by then, and everywhere seemed quiet or deserted...not even the bunnies were hopping about as usual... When we got back, we decided to take a nice, long shower. We each got 4 quarters, and took warm showers, which soothed us. But that night, we avoided the number 3 at all costs. 

We went everywhere with Jennifer's mom so we'd be a group of 4. We'd go into the 2nd stall of the bathroom...we'd cook food for 4, even if it was just the three of us together. Well, we finished our showers, but I had to go to the bathroom. I went into stall number 2, which was next to a woman and her daughter. Since the woman's daughter was with her, the woman was telling her stories. 

I overheard part of one, and this is exactly what I got out of it: "And they danced and danced on the beautiful red carpet." At first, I thought nothing of it, but when it sank in, I frowned. 

It sounded an awful lot like Jennifer's story...with the dancing Masquerade of vampires in the room with bleeding walls...and a red blood-stained carpet. We all went back to the campsite and vowed not to say anything about that day until we were miles away from the place. That night was absolutely insane! 

But anyways, the next morning, we woke up early. We took down the tent, which took 40 minutes, made a fire, which took about 4 minutes with the help of Jennifer's mother. We made food for 4 and we packed up. We left that afternoon, thinking to ourselves "good riddance to this awful place!" 

But you see, three is possibly the most supernatural number for me. After that happened, everything happened in fours, and was completely normal again. 

One thing I'll never forget is that the bunnies came back the day we left, and seemed to be staring us down as we left the campsite, possibly even aware of the fact that we will one day come back to see the number three...and the number six.

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