Holy, Holy, Holy

On the last day of school last year, my friends and I decided to go to the woods behind the cemetery next to our high school to look for the supposedly haunted witch's well. Legend has it that back in the early 1700's there was a witch trial and a woman was thrown down that well. Since the people didn't want to hear her screams, a brick shack was built on top of it. There is a structure of sorts (called "the rock" in my log) not too far away, (but still far enough to get lost in those woods) with two benches and the words "Holy, Holy, Holy" carved into it. Some say it was a sacrificial altar, while other's say that it is simply a memorial to what happened there.

And this is where my story begins. I wrote a short account of our journey into and out of the woods. (There may be some typo's or changed words, it being quite difficult to decipher my handwriting. At least I didn't write it in French. Also, names have been replaced with initials to protect the identities of my friends.)

6:28 AM June 23, 2010

I packed 3 water bottles for today's excursion. I'm also bringing my camera but I haven't decided  which one yet - digital or camcorder? I need to buy another water bottle in case D or G comes.

I plan to make some etchings in the cemetery, so I brought two pencils along with this notebook. I feel a little apprehensive about going to a witch's well. Legend has it, that if you put your ear to the well, you can hear their screams.

I've decided to bring my [camcorder].

7:26 AM

G can't come. Hopefully D will.

12:00 PM

Long time since I updated. We came to the woods and found the rock. Sadly, while looking for the well, we stumbled upon a water tower with a camera. We heard cop cars and ran. I almost fell behind, but made it to G's house.

12:11 PM

We ran back to the school. (Recap: A picture was taken at the water tower. I pray to God that it only caught the back of my head. Bad picture: Inability to get caught.)

We hid out at the library until the bell rang.

12:22 PM

We made it on the bus. C and G found the well. They took pictures for Facebook. T, D, S, and I split up with C and G. We met up on the bus.

All is well...somewhat.

~Erin

That's the end of it. I got about 10-15 minutes of video on my camcorder, mainly of the cemetery. And D acting weird. I plan on actually finding the well this summer. When we found the rock, all we found were two guys smoking who gave us bad directions. When we accidentally got too close to the water tower, some automated voice said: "YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY. A PICTURE HAS BEEN TAKEN." So we ran. When we got out of the woods, I took off my shirt (wearing a tank top underneath), hoping the police wouldn't recognize us, and changed the disc in my camcorder. We heard police cars and went to G's house.

C, T, S, and I all went to my house afterwards where we went on the computers and ate Popsicles.