Prologue
My twitterive is a combination of ideas stringed together. My tweets were the linken logs of my story. My place is the main structure of my twitterive. I used Menantico Colony as my place because I knew I wanted my tweets to take on a haunted theme. So I figured why not use a haunted place I visited with friends as my place. I use the music to set the stage of my story. What I really enjoy about my twitterive is how there are two different stories. One side is from the past and is a ghost story. While the other side is expedition of Menantico Colony that I went on with my friends. I also used pictures of buildings and rooms in Menantico Colony.
Tweets: Halloween is time for scary adventures #twitterive
There are a lot of trees here! #twitterive
Lights flickering can never be a good sign! #twitterive
you know what else isn't good? When everything around you is too quite. Its a downward spiral from there #twitterive
The sun set in the sky left an orange haze until the night took over #twitterive
Beware stress and stressful environments can lead to mental breakdowns. It can take awhile to recover #twitterive
Being hunted down and chased in a show is intense! #twitterive
Memories and stories have an impact on you #twitterive
A story can lead you on to a new path #twitterive
The anticipation is only the beginning #twitterive
Ever get the sense your being followed? Then you turn around and no one is there #twitterive
Is there any place to hide where they won't find us #twitterive
Tweets: Halloween is time for scary adventures #twitterive
There are a lot of trees here! #twitterive
Lights flickering can never be a good sign! #twitterive
you know what else isn't good? When everything around you is too quite. Its a downward spiral from there #twitterive
The sun set in the sky left an orange haze until the night took over #twitterive
Beware stress and stressful environments can lead to mental breakdowns. It can take awhile to recover #twitterive
Being hunted down and chased in a show is intense! #twitterive
Memories and stories have an impact on you #twitterive
A story can lead you on to a new path #twitterive
The anticipation is only the beginning #twitterive
Ever get the sense your being followed? Then you turn around and no one is there #twitterive
Is there any place to hide where they won't find us #twitterive
Menantico Colony
IN THE EARLY 1900'S IN VINELAND NEW JERSEY GROUPS OF BOYS WERE HELD AGAINST THEIR WILL. THEY WERE CONSIDERED FEEBLE MINDED AND SHUNNED FROM SOCIETY. THEY WERE FORCED TO WORK ON THIS LAND DOING HARD LABOR FOR THE OWNERS. MORE AND MORE BOYS WERE SENT TO LAND. PEOPLE WHO THOUGHT THEY WERE DESTROYING PEACEFUL NEIGHBORHOODS SENT THEM TO VINELAND.
IT BECAME KNOWN AS THE VINELAND TRAINING SCHOOL. TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD IT WAS A SAFE HAVEN TO TROUBLED BOYS. THE INSIDE WAS A MUCH DIFFERENT STORY. THE OWNERS OF THE SCHOOL TREATED THE BOYS LIKE SLAVES WORKING THEM FROM DAWN TILL DUSK. UNTIL ONE DAY WHEN THE BOYS HAD ENOUGH. IT IS SAID THEY BANDED TOGETHER ONE NIGHT SLAUGHTERING THE OWNERS IN THEIR SLEEP. THEY TOOK OVER THE FACILITY. THEY WERE ABLE TO TRICK THOSE WHO SENT THEM TO VINELAND TO VISITING THE FACILITY. THEY SOON BECAME THE BOYS PRISONERS. NO ONE EVER ORDERED THEM AROUND AGAIN. THE BOYS THRIST FOR REVENGE WAS NEVER QUENCHED HOWEVER. NOT EVEN TO THIS DAY. IT IS SAID THEY TURNED ON ONE ANOTHER. ALL OF THE BOYS DEAD OR ARE THEY? ANYONE YOU DARE SETS FOOT ON THEIR LAND DOES NOT LEAVE. THE TRESPASSERS NEVER RETURN TO SOCIETY AGAIN. THEY BECOME THE BOYS NEW PRISONERS. |
Every year we go on a haunted excursion to give us a little thrill and each year we amp it up a notch. The four of us have been friends for years and we all love Halloween. Mike, Steve, Gina and me all take turns with our Halloween trips. We first started out with just doing hayrides and craving pumpkins. That was small league for us though. We started going to haunted amusements parks because of the rides but that wasn't enough either. The whole haunted appeal grabbed us each year. The haunted farms and cornfields became our favorites. We would switch them around depending on how far we all wanted to travel. This year we wanted to change it up a little though. So today like every other October 1st we have our Halloween Meeting.
"Alright guys we need to decide what this years Halloween event is going to be." said Mike "Lets do something different you know I love the farm but its starting to become a little predictable." said Gina "I agree I want to truly be terrified this year." I said "Well I have an idea, but its a little out there even for us." said Steve "Well lets hear it. We can't knock it out until we know what it is." Mike exasperated "Okay its a village. It is abandoned, has been for years now, but its supposed to be haunted." said Steve "Cool whats it called?" I said intrigued "Menantico Colony" The car ride there we were buzzing with anticipation in our adventure. We kept bouncing around in our seats dancing to music surrounding the car. Well Mike stayed still since he was the one driving. There were so may trees in Vineland compared to Glassboro. The windows were filled with fields of over grown grass and trees of orange, red, and yellow. Mike pulled in to a development a couple of blocks away from the village. "Okay everyone out. Were parking here." said Mike "Wait why aren't we parking in the village? There is road that less right into it." asked Gina "Well" hesitated Steve "Well what? What aren't you telling us?" I said starting to get agitated "The village is private property." said Mike "Okay so that means what exactly?" asked Gina "It means that if we get caught we could end up in serious trouble." I said sourly "Well lets not get caught then." said Steve I gave Gina a look relaying that this was a bad idea. Circumstances changed and I was not willing to get arrested for some fun. "We did drive all the way out here." Mike said "I don't know" I said looking at Gina for some back up. "Okay we go in take a quick look around and then get out. If we see anything suspicious we jet it back to the car." said Gina quickly Mike and Steve nodded in agreement and opened their doors. Gina gave me a small smile and started to get out as well. I was out voted so I followed behind them. As we started walking my excitement was now replaced with apprehension. I had a feeling this was now a very bad idea. Looking into the orange haze of the sky I realized once we reached the village we would be swallowed in the darkness of the night. |