Weeds were growing through cracks in the cement where cars used to park.
The screen had small rips and tears.
The poles, which used to hold speakers, were bent and smeared with mud.
Kev Seto
Even apartments cost two-thousand to rent with the most basic necessities.
I didnt bring any friends or family with me.
I traveled on my own and rented a place of my own.
I was completely independent for the first time in my life.
I mostly rode my bike around to see the sights and fit some form of exercise into my schedule.
About a month after making the move, I stumbled across an old, abandoned drive-in movie theater.
It must have been shut down for years, decades even.
Weeds were growing through cracks in the cement where cars used to park.
The screen had small rips and tears.
The poles, which used to hold speakers, were bent and smeared with mud.
I shoved down my kickstand, hopped off my bike, and explored the place.
My grandmother used to tell me about them, though.
She said her parents would let her sit on the hood of the car and watch movies.
There would even be a playground nearby where she could swing during intermissions.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise.
I didnt see any flashing lights or trucks, but the engine revved again.
I swiveled my head, searching the area.
It took me a moment to realize the sound was coming from the screen.
Beneath the crust of dirt, a film was playing.
A man was in the middle of a car chase, revving his engine and swerving highway lanes.
A woman was in the passenger seat, pistol in hand.
I wasnt sure if they were meant to be Bonnie and Clyde, but they had that vibe.
I sat through the film for twenty, thirty more minutes.
When it ended, I picked up the speaker closest to me.
It was smashed like all the others, broken beyond repair.
It couldnt have been producing the sounds I had heard.
I searched behind the screen and found the same issue.
The wiring was snapped, dead.
There was no way the screen could have worked.
I saw it myself.
I told my coworkers about the strange phenomenon the next morning.
A few of them called me a liar.
A few of them called me crazy.
And a few believed me.
They said the place closed down after some throw in of explosion and a bunch of workers died.
