It had been a full day for Jason and it wasn't even half-over yet. He'd paid rent for the month, updated the chore wheel his roommate maintained was strictly necessary, gotten into a small but repeat argument with his boyfriend, finished his morning run, and mailed the last of his paperwork off to the college he'd been afforded a generous scholarship to. All of that is to say that by the time Adamar showed up, Jason was as ready as he was going to be to leave the chaos of the morning behind him and explore a spooky old theme park.<br/><br/>After greeting his friend when he knocked at the door, Jason invited Adamar in and offered him a glass of water, before collecting his own things off the coffee table in the living room. "So I've got two water bottles, two flashlights with extra batteries, a decent camera and an empty notebook." Jason gestured to a few printed pages he'd left on the table. "Check it out. For a park that operated as long as it did, news about Chippewa Lake is really sparse. That's all I could get out of Google in the twenty minutes I had to look. Few old pictures, an anonymous thread that says not to go there, an article from 1954 about a Mr. Maltan who was considering buying the place...<br/><br/>"Anyway, I'm ready to go when you are. Do you think we'll need anything else? I figured we'd stop by some sandwich place and then go straight to the park, unless there are any other supplies to buy." Jason grabbed his car keys and waited for the answer, clearly eager to put the stressful part of his day behind him - what could be more relaxing than a tour of an old park with his best friend?