So, here I was once again in those same woods where the dead children's spirits where supposed to show. I took my wiccan friend with me, we will call him Jack for sane purposes. We lit candles across the trail where the children where supposedly hit by the bus. We sat and sprinkled salt and laid out silver pieces on the trail and then we waited. After about two hours of messing around and waiting, we decided to leave. As we walked to collect our things, I pulled Jack close to me... I actually saw some of our silver things moving, the moonlight was glinting off of the metal and I realized what it was. The spirits of the children were playing with the objects! It was the most amazing thing! When I tried to go talk to them, they joined hands as the legend said and trailed off towards the school house. We followed, but we couldn't see anything after that. Anyone want to come and play with them?
