Georgia Guidestones
So it was October, Friday the 13th, and Anna, Richard, Myles, and I wanted to do something appropriately creepy.
Anna had read about these things called the Georgia Guidestones. In Elberton, a little under an hour from Athens, these giant slabs of granite are arranged specifically in the middle of a field and each stone has written on it a set of rules that some group thought all humanity should live by. I think they were built in the 80s by some... mysterious group... not completely sure.
Anyway, 8 different languages. Each side of every stone has a different language.
So. We drive out.
First thing we find is this:
Fucking Colbert, GA. Hell yes. We're going back with fireworks and bald eagles and camouflage. We're gonna be on TV.
We ride on. Not much happening, so I took this picture.
Get to Elberton and sure enough, there they are. Not too far off the road, giant blocks of stone. The Redneck Stonehenge, if you will.
I noticed our shadows looked pretty cool on the stones with Anna's car's lights as the only illumination, so we took the picture for the cover of the band's first album.
My first creeped out moment of the night. I was standing facing the stones, heard Anna on the phone in front of, near the stones, but I couldn't see her. I thought Myles and Richard were behind me. I just talked to Myles. I snap this picture, and Myles appears in the flash. I drop the camera, spin around, Myles isn't behind me. Somehow we teleported his ass into my photo. Skerred me.
Myles found this by accident. It has info on the stones, their placement, and which language is on each side of each stone. Picture would've been better, but the only light I had over there was the flash of the camera.
Myles was trying to read the tablet with his lighter, camera weirded out and got this crazy picture of crazy fire.
Anna in the light of her car.
Do you see the eyes? Of the thing peeking around the left Guidestone, looking at you?
Last one's not the best photo, but it has that candid, image-captured-while-sprinting-in-fear, blurry feel. Appropriate, I thought, because we left the stones in a hurry after hearing hillbillies at a house in a field down the way shouting before a truck's headlights ignited and started heading for us.
I took a lot of pictures, but these are the only ones worth looking at. Funny thing is... count them up. There's 13.
MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Anna had read about these things called the Georgia Guidestones. In Elberton, a little under an hour from Athens, these giant slabs of granite are arranged specifically in the middle of a field and each stone has written on it a set of rules that some group thought all humanity should live by. I think they were built in the 80s by some... mysterious group... not completely sure.
Anyway, 8 different languages. Each side of every stone has a different language.
So. We drive out.
First thing we find is this:
Fucking Colbert, GA. Hell yes. We're going back with fireworks and bald eagles and camouflage. We're gonna be on TV.
We ride on. Not much happening, so I took this picture.
Get to Elberton and sure enough, there they are. Not too far off the road, giant blocks of stone. The Redneck Stonehenge, if you will.
I noticed our shadows looked pretty cool on the stones with Anna's car's lights as the only illumination, so we took the picture for the cover of the band's first album.
My first creeped out moment of the night. I was standing facing the stones, heard Anna on the phone in front of, near the stones, but I couldn't see her. I thought Myles and Richard were behind me. I just talked to Myles. I snap this picture, and Myles appears in the flash. I drop the camera, spin around, Myles isn't behind me. Somehow we teleported his ass into my photo. Skerred me.
Myles found this by accident. It has info on the stones, their placement, and which language is on each side of each stone. Picture would've been better, but the only light I had over there was the flash of the camera.
Myles was trying to read the tablet with his lighter, camera weirded out and got this crazy picture of crazy fire.
Anna in the light of her car.
Do you see the eyes? Of the thing peeking around the left Guidestone, looking at you?
Last one's not the best photo, but it has that candid, image-captured-while-sprinting-in-fear, blurry feel. Appropriate, I thought, because we left the stones in a hurry after hearing hillbillies at a house in a field down the way shouting before a truck's headlights ignited and started heading for us.
I took a lot of pictures, but these are the only ones worth looking at. Funny thing is... count them up. There's 13.
MWAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA