It was the scariest thing, because we were talking about how satan worshippers supposedly go out there and do seances and sacrifices and scary shit like that, and people say the way you can tell if it's safe to go or not is if the sticks are standing up against the leaning rock at the entrance. If they're laying down it's supposed to be not okay. So the sticks were down. And yeah, we were slightly freaked out. But we're young and stupid so we continued.
We parked the car and said, alright, we're gonna go across the swinging bridge and see if we can get murdered or sacrificed. So Lisa and I got out of the car. We had only walked about ten feet from the Explorer and all of a sudden we heard footsteps running toward us. Pitch black, can't see shit. We freaked out and hauled ass back to the car. We got in and started to drive off, and as we got further and further down the road it got narrower and narrower, but we were calm because we thought we'd gotten away from the weird satan worshipping freaks. But no.
We came around a curve and there was a guy in a black robe standing in the middle of the road. It looked like he was wearing one of those pig/hog mask thingies and he had his head down like a fucking weirdo. So Carlos, being the smart person that he is, floored it and was not about to stop for any weirdo in a black robe waiting for us to stop so his buddies could swarm and beat our asses. As we got close to him he jumped out of the road.
Then we left. Because let's face it, that's too much action for one night. Did you like that story? Because it's true...even though I find it hard to believe myself and I was there.
It sounds like there might be something to the devil worship stories here, unlike so many other places, so please be careful if you decide to make the trip. Personally I wonder if "devil worship" actually goes on; I met with a police officer once who tours the country giving presentations to local departments about "Satanism," and it all seems to be kids messing around. Show me a genuine satan worshiper sacrificing an animal and praying to the devil, and I'll show you somebody with genuine mental problems unrelated to "devil worship."
At any rate, let me know how it goes, if you visit the evil rocks of the Hocking Hills and make it back alive.