Where do i start? Lets see… It all started when my friend Abby invited me to come to her youth group one day at lunch. I was like ok why not? So I went and met everyone and had fun. Over the course of the month I continued to attend and it was during a game of kickball that I first met Kat. We got to talking and found out we were both obsessed with twilight and fancy shamancy sports cars. As the months went on we hung out as much as we could and if we couldnt we’d be texting or chatting on facebook till all hours of the night. As time went by we became best friends and sometimes hung out by ourselves just to talk and chat about our lives, boyfriends, etc. Now fast forward to present day, as in now. Last month we and our friends decided we’d be cool and investigate this haunted church/cemetery somewhere in the middle of a cornfield in Russiaville.
So we all got together at my friend Ian’s house and started preparing. Armed with flashlights, voice recorders, and digital cameras, we set out on what we thought would be an easy trip. Boy were we wrong! Although we nearly died cause someone who will remain nameless *cough* Kat *cough* was driving Jeff’s car and he was in front, I was in back. And behind us was Abby, her husband Andrew, Sir, Ian, and my brother. So here we are driving down a maze of country roads cuz Kat thought she knew where she was going. Ha! She didnt. She then sees the road we are supposed to be on and drives down it going like 80mph. I told her to slow down but she didnt and we went over this huge bump in the road. The car goes a bit airborne and I get bounced hard in the backseat. I look out the back window and see Abby’s car do the same thing. Naturally Jeff and I give Kat grief and we eventually make it to the church.
Once there we pull up into the driveway, shut off the cars, grab our gear and start our investigation. We took some pics, found a hammock and a dog cage. Just as we were checking out this shed, we hear an airhorn and get freaked out. We run back to the cars and see two people who claim that they own the place and we were trespassing. So they kicked us off the property and we went to Steak and Shake. While we were there we talked about the people and if they really owned the place. We were lucky they didnt call the cops, although we saw cops at steak and shake and we were freaking out. But they were just there for coffee. So we were ok. We have plans to go back but want to get permission so in a few months hopefully. Anyways fast forward to this month, two weeks ago.
It was Friday night and I was bored so I texted Kat and asked her if she wanted to hangout. she said yeah so I drove to her place, and we decided to go on a random road trip. I told her she was driving and we headed to Russiaville. From there we ended up in Burlington, where we checked out this bridge and saw some raccoons and finally we left there and ended up in Logansport. We then drove 10 miles outside Logansport cause Kat wanted McDonalds and she was freaking out that we couldnt find one. Suddenly as we are on this country road, I feel something under my foot on the passenger side. So Kat turns onto a side road and I get out of the car and look under it and see a piece of plastic coming off the bottom. That was when we realized we needed to head back to Kokomo. so we drive back and Kat stops at Mcdonalds and gets food. We then head to this cemetery where her grandfather is buried and hangout there for awhile before heading back to her house and hanging out in her garage talking. I then head home and get on facebook and we chat about our night and how much we love our random roadtrips. That was truly a night to remember. Thats basically the story of how I met Kat, and we became best friends.
