It wasn't having sex with someone like so many of you beat around the bush saying, since i've done that since and i'm more fond of the memerys of lost friends and the times I spent with them.
I can recall the time I camped out with my late friend Jake, in the deep moorlands of our country. We didn't have a tent, but we made shelter from a rock formation using our coats and some sticks. The moors had a legend, livestock and wild ponys were found dead, torn to pices by some kind of animal, and there were reports of a very large cat type creature in the area. We went looking for our own little adventure.
All kinds of things happened, we found a dead sheep in a river, we heard strange noises in the wind, we walked around the moors at the darkest hours of dawn with an eerie blue sky cast over us. We eventually came across a famous inn. The inn is known for it's history of being a haven for smugglers and pirates, and is said to be haunted. Many horror writers of the past have taken inspiration of the inns history and myths, including Alfred Hitchcock, who even made a movie back in the 50's based on it. The lights downstairs of the the inn where glowing in the dead of night, and when we entered it was like we had been taken back in time two hundred years.
The bartender served us, and as we sat drinking our drinks while the bartender told us of the ghost stories surronding the inn. He sure kept us entertained.
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