Alright i've told this story numerous times and i think i should share it because it was honestly so scary. So it was a few years ago, and i was into graffiti. Well, i had always been into the art and culture of it, but i had never actually done it before until a few weeks before this event. Keep in mind that i live in a suburban area.
I had a friend (Friend A) that was into it and i spray painted some abandoned building in the woods with him. The rush of doing the graffiti and the satisfaction of a visually appealing product made me want to do it again.
About a week later, me and a different friend (Friend B) decided to do graffiti but the location i did the week prior was far from our houses. So we went to the local park thing DURING THE DAY (Stupid i know
) with cans and everything at like 12 oclock, but luckily nobody was there. We spray painted dumpsters, slides, sheds, and a bathroom building at the park in yellow orange and white (colors we had). Some family showed up to have a picnic while we were spraying the back of one of the sheds, and we saw them before they saw us. Lucky for us, the park was surrounded by woods, so we were able to book it through cover unseen.
The week after, i met with Friend A and Friend B and we went back to the park, with no spray cans, but with markers. (Again, daytime
) When we got there, we tagged some dumpsters and went further into the woods and tagged a pavilion. Some old fellow walking his dog was in the area, but we said he was likely too far too see us do anything. We made our way through the woods along a path until we reached a soccer field. We walked around a bit and found a box of white spraypaint used to spray lines on the field.
At that time, we decided to head back home, and one of the friends decided to steal a can for later use (hey, it was free, spraypaint isn't exactly cheap) We were on our way out along the path and we emerged at a clearing back at the park. We saw POLICE CARS in the distance.
The only way out was either run away from the park into the woods and somehow find a way to get home, OR we could stay to the side of the park and escape along a creek, under a covered bridge that crossed the creek, and cut through some backyards to get home. Oprion two was chosen since we just wanted to get home. Along the way, we ditched the cans and markers in the creek thankfully, darted under the bridge and as we were about the run through a backyard, we heard the "WOOP WOOP" and there were like 4 police cars parked outside the park and officers approached up.
Friend B was too scared to run and it would be a dick move to leave him behind so we stayed and spoke with us. Apparently the guy walking his dog did see us and called the police, for picking up the white can at the soccer field. We had to explain our way out of it and give them our names, numbers and addresses and they said they would call our parents. They knew we did all of the spraypaint in the park, but we luckily got rid of the evidence and thankfully nobody had paint on their hands.
At this point they let us go home but the impending doom of a phone call awaited. We were terrified as we walked back to my house calling our parents, and mine were surprisingly calm about it. Now, this situation could have been REALLY bad for me because i had sprayed at the park and also in my backyard with friend B on some plywood that was laying around, and i had also tagged some signs around my neighborhood with a marker. Plus i had the cans from the previous expedition laying around in my back yard.
For the next few weeks i was terribly paranoid. Whenever i heard a car in the street, i checked to see if it was the police, and every phone call was a nightmare because i thought it would be them. I guess i got really lucky and they never called my house, nor did they called my friends' houses so it ended up being not much of a problem. But the fear i had after getting caught was one of the scariest things i had ever experienced. Scarier than falling on my skateboard and getting stitches, scarier than having my elementary school on lockdown when there was a killer running loose around the area, and scarier than getting lost at the beach.
And i have a map to clarify some things.
The red line is the route we took. The blue dot denotes my house, pink is my friends, and streets are grey. As for the greens, light is no trees, and dark green is forested. The area filled with black rectangles is the park, brown thing is pavillion, and the big light green rectangle is the soccer field. Of course, the blue is the stream, and the covered bridge is red. Lastly, the little white square is where the cops confronted us.
Let me know if anything isn't clear, this took awhile and i probably forgot some things haha. Anyway, yeah that was so scary, and it's still vivid in my mind.
