The Grave Digger of Shadow Hill

The Young teenagers huddled up quickly in the brush outside of the old abandoned church of shadow hill. A customary nickname that was bestowed upon it from the mysterious history it had upon there hometown. A nick name from there fellow classmates name dropping it at the end lines of dares or jokes all, of which ended the predicament’s swiftly with all of the dogs running away with there tails tucked between there legs. Not these three though as they were chosen by a elite group of popular kids to carry out a prank. A prank that would be too legendary “NOT” to do.

All three of them observed behind a thickened bush on the forest line providing the perfect visual of “The Quiet Church” standing to ominous in its integrity. The former back parking lot that lead into a thickened back yard type of setting now ruined by wild weeds that has taken the jobs of trees, on top of the annual long green grass. Transforming the former “normal” mid-west style of perfection to the look of the jungle. The prying eyes observed the entry points of the abandoned building sought out what was easier and, what was faster trying, to plan out the safest way.

“I just don’t get it Joe-why in thee hell are we here again?”

“Well Rich like I told you and Romeo over here, we are here for the simple admission factor of being apart of the famous “Grave diggers” all right?”