May 1972
“So, why are we going out to the woods again?” Stella asked between mouthfuls of Cheese Puffs.
“Because,” Conan replied from the driver's seat next to her, “I have to finish my final this weekend. I am telling you, based on my research, this is where we will get the most action.”
Stella rolled her eyes, “And why do me and Terrance have to come with?”
“Duh, the free beer and cigarettes,” Terrance responded from the other side of the bench seat while his red hair danced in the wind. “Plus, this may be our last weekend hanging out together before graduation.”
“Yeah, I am going to miss these woods,” Conan said while looking longingly out the windshield.
The trio rode along the rough road in Conan's yellow 1969 El Camino. It was packed to the brim with camping gear, unhealthy snacks and alcohol that would carry them through the rest of the weekend. All the windows were rolled down, and they all enjoyed being whipped by the summer breeze. They all met while studying at their small-mountain town university. The trio instantly became friends freshman year over their fixations with the afterlife and their similar theories of interdimensional thought of past-life physics. The past four years flew by.
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“I am telling you guys, this should be a hotspot for paranormal activity. There have been multiple ghost sightings within this radius, and I think we have a shot of capturing something. Hell, the university was literally built on a cemetery. We got stoned on a headstone a couple of weeks ago,” Conan relays to his friends.
Conan was studying to be a filmmaker and wanted to make his senior thesis on a documentary-style project of discovering the great unknown. He was hoping to find something, but he didn't know what, whether it be a portal or a gaggle of ghosts, Conan needed evidence. There had been many reports of phantom anomalies, but many of those people were written off as mental or blitzed. However, Conan’s dream was to interview a ghost and discover what it consisted of. He theorized they were on the passage of death but did not want to go into the next stage of the beyond. Conan wanted to know about termination and what drove ghosts to their reasons for staying behind. He needed to find one, or he was going to flunk this class.
“Well, I think this will definitely be a weekend to remember,” Stella says as they pull up to the campsite.