Hunting For The Ghost Of Giles Co.

Upon arriving at the Crossroads Market, we were told of a legend, "The Ghost Of Giles Co." Naturally, being as eager as we were, we ignored the warnings and proceeded without a care in the world. Upon nightfall, short after drifting off into a silent slumber, we hear the first cries, of many to come. If you listened closely, in the faint distance, I think they were calling our names.




The trees blowing in the howling wind, coupled with the folklore of centuries past. We had no choice. . .




We must search, for ourselves, and apprehend this local fable. Hours and days pass, still nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.




Wait right look right there! . . . . No. Nothing. I never got a clear shot of what we were actually chasing/hunting. If you look close in the picture above, I believe you can see a slight figure, but skeptics disagree.




After 6 hours of Ghost Hunting, comes a rustling from the North, followed by a series of foot steps; steps turn to jog; jog to sprint; sprint to silence. . .POW!!! Cole had been struck by an unseen force. Luckily, with cat-like reflexes, matched with his solid commitment to physical strengthening in the gym, Cole was able to fight off his concealed attacker with minor injuries (see above picture).

It was a long weekend of waiting, so naturally, we have lots of pictures. More will be posted in the following days.