Then, I heard the jake brake of a truck on the highway, and I knew it was coming into the rest area. I lit another cigarette.The truck quickly rounded...the bend and topped the hill coming into the parking area. Slowly, the truck came into the parking area, swung to the right, and crept past me, finally parking several yards in front of me.I watched as the driver climbed down and walked to the passenger side. He stopped, pulled out his dick and started pissing. As he pissed, he lit a cigar,. We used to dress up in rags put on a chalky face, blacken our eyes, and come out of the crypts and mausoleums scattered all over the cemetery; or we would just lay behind a tombstone and then scare the hell out of the kids walking through on the roads. So we knew a ghost story when we heard one.I tried to find out all I could about this so called haunted Crane House all that next week. From what I could find out the stories were true. There has been some incidences where people have been hurt. " I stepped into a blue room. " Okay put that on your wrist." A dome in the middle of the room opened up and a machine that looked like a long watch was there. I put it on like she told me. " Um what exactly is this supposed to do." I asked. " One moment let it register your pokemon data." she answered. The machine made a beep and a training dummy popped out of the ground. " Okay," she said act like you are using one of your pokemon's moves." I started to. " Okay use aura sphere" I said, then I. And it was two hours until they would be coming.Brooke and I had just returned from the grocery store, having bought everything possibly necessary for a Fourth of July bash. Chips, pretzels (yes, pretzels), sodas, and even a few drinks. My parents still knew that Rachel and I didn't drink, but that we needed it for everyone else who would be there. So they agreed to let us supply a little bit.We bought streamers, little flags, fun table cloths for the tables around the pool where we would be.