"Ouch!" yelled John from the bottom of the gigantic hill ranting and raving at nothing relevant to the moment. Hysterically laughing waiting for John to reappear on the scene Mike hears some weird chanting coming from the top of the hill. The chanting sounded like an old Indian war cry for either rain or buffalo to appear followed by some fading screams warning us to turn around and head back to town. Trying to ignore the chanting thinking it's our imagination getting the best of Mike and myself we look at each other nervously. "Is that you messing around making those chanting noises John?" Mike yelled down the hill. Mike and I looked at each other with a state of confusion while waiting to hear a response from John. Silence over took the moment and a state of panic kicked in. Mike started screaming down the hill for John but still no response. Mike looks at me in the eyes and begins to run frantically down the hill in search of John. I immediately follow Mike down the hill yelling for John only to see John sitting on a semi-large rock talking on his cell phone to his girlfriend about how much he misses her and wishes that he was with her. Mike slaps John upside the head and told him to "Stop playing games like that." John sympathetically apologizes to the both of us and we once again pursue back up the hill to discover the hoax about the haunted burial ground. .
As we were walking back up the hill we started singing together in unison to let time pass. I was alright at singing but John had a beautiful voice that soared through the air. John always made it a niche of his to be the best at whatever he does through out his life. Once we reached the top of the hill I was very tired and drowsy and needed a sip of water. "Nothing taste better than some fresh high quality H2O," I said. I took a few breaths and stepped up over the bend of the hill in search of the burial grounds. I stepped up on an enormous rock that over looked the brush and was able to spot the burial ground clearly from the position I was located at.