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• 23.6.2010
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We waited a wwwcameraboy.com while to make sure the previous car didn't return, and then I made my way across the road into the ditch. The next car came along and once it got close enough I started wwwcameraboy.com across the road like a lonesome spirit in search of a home. This time the car stopped in the middle of the road and someone yelled, ?Hey you! Hey! Hey who are you?? I made my way up into the wwwcameraboy.com, but this time whoever it was got out and tried to get into the church. We were a little scared at this point as we opened the cellar door and hid underneath the wwwcameraboy.com in a crawl space. We heard some say, ?Let's get out of here, this is too creepy man!? They took off with gravel flying everywhere. Once again we averted trouble, but just how long could we evade being caught? We called it a night, but vowed we would get back to monkey business the following wwwcameraboy.com weekend

The next weekend came, but this time we recruited our good friend Gary, and he had some great tactics to add to our wwwcameraboy.com mischief. He thought it might be fun to have two of us cross the road, one with the monk's outfit, the other with a wwwcameraboy.com ghastly looking white robe he had tailored. This thing looked like an outfit right out of a Vincent Price movie, it was perfect. Once again we wwwcameraboy.com climbed out Brian's window and made our way into the church. Brian and Gary assembled in the weeds across the road and we waited. I was peeking around the back of the Church when I saw the headlights of a car, but this time we were in big trouble. It was a Wayne county Sheriff's Patrol car. wwwcameraboy.com ran for dear life and I was right behind them. The Sheriff's car pulled into the driveway as we dove through an opening behind the wwwcameraboy.com cemetery. Gary took off into a field on the other side of the cemetery, and laid low in a patch of Poison Ivy, while Brian and I made our way into the basement of the farm house where we hid behind the furnace. Sure enough the Officers came to the back of the house and shined flashlights in the wwwcameraboy.com basement windows. We were well out of sight, but nonetheless scared to death. We're certain the Sheriff did not see us go into the basement since we had such a head start, but I'm sure they put two and two together and figured that someone associated with the house played a role. We stayed down in the wwwcameraboy.com basement for about an hour until we snuck back out to find Gary. The next day he was covered with Poison Ivy rash and we agreed to lay low for a couple of wwwcameraboy.com weeks. To our knowledge, the Sheriff never made contact with Brian's dad, and we were amazed that they never saw the hemp rope hanging out of the second wwwcameraboy.com story of the farm house. If they had, I'm certain they would have gotten Brian's parents out of bed for an interesting wwwcameraboy.com discussion.