Ghost Hunting, Part II

The newest installment in our ghostly adventures turned out to be a little scarier than first anticipated. We went to Rock Canyon in Provo, where there are supposed to be ghosts of rock climbers who died on the cliffs. We weren't expecting too much, and the constant rain of this weekend dug away at our patience, but as we were walking to the cliffs of death, a man with no face suddenly appeared beside our group and walked quickly past us. He was alone, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and rock climbing shoes. He didn't make a sound as he walked, and he was underdressed for the cold rain. Definitely a ghost.