My brush with the law.

Might as well confess my first run from the law. It was back at the haunted farm. There was a car load of us. We had hid our car too, then climbed in a back window into the house. The rooms were empty and dusty. But with kids sneaking in regularly, there were no cobwebs. We sat in a circle in the middle of the floor and told ghost stories with no light but the moon shine. I have my share of stories, partly thanks to Uncle Glen. My date and my two best friends were with me and their dates, who I didn't know as well. It was these two who had never been at the house and we were sharing it with them for the first time. There was no alcohol, my crowd was never into that. Shoot, we didn't need help having fun. During our stories, a light shined across the wall. A car had pulled in. Cops! Six kids ran for the only window out and we couldn't get out in time. W and C and B and I were last. The others made it and disappeared in the dark, but the cops were coming around the corner of the house and we backed back into the house. We hadn't done any damage, but we were tresspassing and we were scared. How do you hide in an empty house? What if the cops climbed in the window to look? B had noticed a trap door in the ceiling of one of the back rooms earlier. He pulled us to it. The two boys climbed each other to reach the door, got it open, managed to climb up and pulled C and I up too. Now we were in a very dark, airless space full of cobwebs and bats. Trying to stiffle screams and giggles and stay quiet. The cops did come in the house and we could hear them walking through. It was easy to be quiet then. I was terrified. I knew how upset my folks would be if their "perfect" daughter was caught. We were not the kind of kids to be in this mess. We were very lucky that night. They didn not find us. I think it was a general check and they had no idea there was anyone actually there. LOOONG after they left, we finally climbed down and went hunting the others. They were behind the barn, at the car. They couldn't leave us because W had his car keys. Suddenly it was fun, and we couldn't wait to tell our friends. But, I never did go back to the haunted farm. It was safer to tell our ghost stories at home.