This is a story about something freakish that happened along time ago in the 1960..theres acually 2. There ghost storys about a park (kinda a forest) that is near my house.

Story #1: There were these men and they all were drunk so they decided to have a race in there go carts..one of them didnt no what he was going and slid down a hill and crashed into a tree and died..now they say he is lurking around looking for his long lose friends...Now in Erindale park they call the hill "Dead Mans Hill" when you do down it you can see like a kinda path way leading into a woodsy park and there crashed into a tree is a long old go cart. Some people say that some teenagers back then put it there but we will never no what really happened.

Story #2: I dont know much about this one but listen anyways... in Erindale park along time ago people could kinda drive near it..and well anyways a couple were in there car when they crashed, no one knows what happend the only thing left are the ghosts of the couple lurking around trying to find each other.

Thanks for listening to my story..hope they did creep you out.