First Encounter
There were no reports on what was going on I just knew nothing was right. Sitting in my basement doing what I love, playing drums. I finished playing I was exhausted, upstairs getting myself water. nobody was home, well they were supposed to be but my parents were still coming back from their jobs. It was the afternoon of friday May 29 and I was outside on my quad at saltcoats lake I had the park to myself, Saltcoats the ghost town as usual. I was over there just sitting by a fire. I had seen a…See More
