[b][i]The muffled sounds of chanting and a rhythmic drum can be heard throughout the blackened woods.
The sun has set, and you find yourselves in pitch blackness.
Even the trees hide the night sky and it marvelous starshine, not one light source available except for what y'all have on you.
A feint smell of smoke drifts into Max's nostrils, not the ordinary firewood camp smell, but something more foul.
Voices in the distant can be heard every so often, but what they are saying, no one knows.
Feeling that you have pressed your luck so far, maybe y'all should return back to the cars, and call the police, Joe could be in serious trouble, unless he is just playing a trick on the group.
Either way, you decide to return back to the vehicles, and eventually you make there in one piece.
However, your vehicles have been tampered with, both have their hoods up and several lines, tubes, etc have either been cut or just simply ripped out. 
Also a lot of your Ghost Hunting equipment is scattered on the ground, some of it is broken.
On the left passenger door of TJ SUV, scratched deep into the metal is one word, "GUILTY". [/i][/b]