Epic Ghost Hunting Adventure.

The title says it all. That's what I did the night I got back from my weekend home.

It was a uneventful Sunday night. Some friends and I had been hanging out in Corey's room, not really doing much, just watching some TV and what not, when my friend Chelsy (who I refer to as Lemon) decided enough was enough, it was adventure time.

After stealthily sneaking out of the room, we threw on some jackets and headed out into the unknown. We really had no clue where we were going or what we were going to do, but dang it we knew it was gonna be an adventure!

We started out by making our way to the overflow parking lot above Willett Hall in a lame attempt to see the cool view from the hill over there, but I soon realized that the cool view was from the very top of the hill and it was quite snow covered so that plan back fired horribly.

From there, we headed down to the lowest parking lot near Monson Hall where some dudes were hitting an insane drop in with a big kicker onto the top bar of one of the soccer goals in the soccer field below the parking lot. It was wild. From there, we headed down a side trail past the soccer field. This was the start of the scariness. The trail led past a shed we dubbed The Serial Killer Shack. It was creepy. It then led past a house and down to 12th St.

The scariness relaxed up as we headed down to Lincoln Ave. to roam the streets and see what we could turn up. We stopped for some classic shots of the weird bronze statues of Abraham Lincoln, Benjamin Franklin, and Albert Einstein with some children.

Before we got to far into town, considering it was a pretty cold night, we turned up a side street where Lemon pretended to break into a car. The side street lead to Oak St. where the ghost hunt began to take shape.

When we got onto Oak St., we were near the Tread of Pioneers Museum. Unfortunately, it was closed. We were most disappointed. We decided to start the trek back up to school when the scariness came back in action.

While walking up Oak St., we passed Lowell Whiteman Primary School which we decided used to be an insane asylum, and on top of that, it's attached to an old church with a mini graveyard out in front. It all started when we were looking at it and started walking closer when Lemon thought she saw the outline of person inside a window. "I bet it's haunted!" Lemon said. "I wonder if there's any orbs here."

I had absolutely had no idea what orbs were, so I will explain for those right there with me. Apparently, orbs are little spirits that appear only in pictures. Now, I was incredibly skeptical at first, blaming it on dust or something on the lens or snow but as the photos kept coming, these orbs seemed to be more real. For starters, it wasn't snowing. On top of that, even after cleaning of the lens, the spots were still there, and I doubt there really any big dust particles floating around outside on that cold night. On top of that, there are these two pictures, which I'll post when I get them, that really show there was something up with these orbs. In the first one, a couple orbs were on the right. When Lemon turned to the right a bit, the orbs showed up on the left side of the photo like they were floating in the same spot. It was crazy.

After an intense photo shoot all around the school, church, graveyard, and even back at the museum, we got many pictures of these orbs. By the end, however, we realized just how crazy cold we were and started back up to the school. We then realized just how insanely cold we were, so we called Corey for a ride. He picked us up at the end of Bob Adams, and we told him of the crazy our adventure ended up being.

So there you go. I hope you were able to see the entities in these pictures and that this gave you a little glimpse at the awesomeness that can happen when you're bored in the Boat. Peace.