planned. The field was also surrounded by a fence actually it was more like a wall; it was six ft. tall and made of solid brick. The flaw in the walls design was that it only surrounded the field on three sides. I guess since the other side bordered on a four-lane highway they thought no one would be stupid enough to try and cross it. Boy, were they wrong. So as we made our way across Rt. 53 dodging cars and trucks like we were playing the arcade game Frogger, we entered the field. The massive field stretched as far as our eyes could see the only part of the building we could see was the tower. Just looking at this old rundown bell tower sticking straight up in the black night sky gave me the chills. It was like something out of a horror movie. We kept walking slowly through the field. It seemed as though I could feel each individual blade of grass rub up against my leg. Like the others I was with, I was wearing all black I had a Guinness t-shirt turned inside out, and my black gym shorts on. Afraid that someone might see my ridiculously pale leg sticking out I wore a pair of soccer socks that went all the way up and underneath my shorts. We had only walked fifty feet, but I was already sweating, it may have been a mix of fear and the typical hot humid Chicago land night.
             We found ourselves on a gravel path the lead through the field, part of it were still soaked from the rain we received the night before, so we had to walk on the high end of it. My heart was racing; it seemed to beat fast with every step. The closer I got the faster my heart was beating. By the time we could see the entire building I felt like my heart was going to explode.
             The path had taken us to a ditch that almost looked like a mote, and
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