I just bought 20 acres of nice land for very cheap. The old man wouldn't tell us why it was so cheap; he just shook his head and said, "Please don't ask." So we decided to find out for ourselves.
We went to the local library and looked through old newspapers. We came across a story that made our skin crawl. It read:
"Local Teenagers Found Dead in Woods of a 20-Acre Plot."
The paper was dated 1942. My girlfriend and I read on. Apparently, two girls were swimming in a large pond on the land. One of the girls (we'll call her Lauren) got caught in a net that Jamie's father was using to catch catfish. Jamie tried to free Lauren, but it was too late. Lauren had drowned. Heartbroken that her drunken father hadn't heard her screams, Jamie walked into the woods, leaned against a tree, and shot herself in the head.
No one understood why Jamie did this, but later investigations proved the two girls were lovers.
We sat in silence for a minute. Then I started flipping through the pages again and found another article:
"Two More Local Teenagers Found Dead in Woods on 20-Acre Plot."
A teenage boy and his girlfriend had been found dead in the woods. They had died of fright. No one knew what they saw, but it scared the hell out of them. I later read that a second teenage couple had been found dead, also from fright.
After reading this, we drove to the land and camped near the woods to see if we could witness anything. Around 2:00 AM, we heard crying, shortly followed by a gunshot. My girlfriend and I jumped up and looked into the deep woods. All we heard was the loud crackling of our fire. Then, out of the blue, a girl's figure stood at the edge of the woods. I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck, for we were only 15 feet away. A smile came across the girl's face as she turned and walked back into the woods.
As nights passed, we didn't see her again, even when we walked in the woods at night. Then, a month later on the 18th, we saw her again. We heard crying, then a gunshot, and then we saw her at the edge of the woods. This happened every month on the 18th.
One night, we invited my cousin and his girlfriend to witness it. It happened as it normally did, except this time the girl's eyes turned red when she saw my cousin and his girlfriend. She stared at them, and they ran to their car and sped off. Then she turned to us. I stood my ground. Her eyes were now blue again as she pointed to our clasped hands. She smiled, turned, and walked back into the woods. But this time, she stopped and pointed to her right, where another girl's figure appeared. They walked towards each other, hugged, joined hands, looked back at us, smiled, and then vanished.
I guess she had to come out of the woods to reunite with Lauren, and only a boy-girl couple could drive her out.
I haven't heard crying or a gunshot for at least a year. But I do still see them holding hands and walking along the edge of the woods by the ponds. But only on the 18th.