Personal Narrative: My Trip To Tradelock Park In Bolivia

During my middle and high school age, I took a mystery and mythology type class. Basically, it just had to do with real life mysteries and creepy stuff. I was really into that kind of stuff with a friend, who I’ll call Jason in this story. A lot of trips were offered to us. We were a member of the class so every year we take at least one or two optional field trips as a class. The year in question is we took a trip to Tradelock park in Bolivia. The bus ride there was a few hours, the park had abandoned houses and an unknown past, everything was built in the early nineteen hundred, but seems as tho it had been abandoned after a short amount of time.

Everyone in the class was glued to the class windows as we saw some sketchy looking cracked …show more content…
There were a few beer bottles, two graffiti on the wall and dusty wood pieces everywhere, there was a stair way which led to complete darkness since all windows and been completed sealed shut. We had already gone as far as we could, so we decided to go up the wooden stairs. I went first, the sound of the 100 years old wood made me feel as if I was gonna fall though each and every step. Jason followed up too. It was so dark on that floor that you would never know it was day time. Jason and I was honestly starting to get creeped out in there so agreed to get out of here. But just then, a noise flew out in one of the tiny rooms as if someone threw a rock to the old concrete floor. A normal instinct for a human would be to run, but Jason and I froze, locked eyes at each other for a moment, then we did the dumbest thing a human being could do, we tipped toed to the opening of the room. We looked into the room and ran. We ran back down the stairs and up the dusty old ladder and caught up the group out of breath, we didn’t say anything just to avoid getting into trouble. One of my friend asked us what happened, and we told him we snuck into one of the buildings and saw three men staring at us maybe 10 feet away form the door way, facing Jason and I in a wired way, as if they were expecting us. As we followed the class, we paid extra attention to the tall building we entered form the distance, and before leaving, we saw one of the person’s face in the tall story building that we were in just then.

We never told the teacher in fear of getting in trouble, we didn’t know what to think, was those just homeless person living in there, were they gay member and hiding? Jason freaks me out with his theory. He said they were ghost of the people who once lived in the towns. Still, the way those three men was just standing there was just so weird, I can’t get that image out of my head. I might be going back one day, just