One dark night, very late and a very cold one at that, my son Hakim and I walked to this place, hoping to witness the fabled Nessie. We stood for quite a while, the cold winter breeze stinging our faces dry. The problem was, we had been influenced by stories of vampires and werewolves lurking in the woods. The distant and soft sounds of crackling dry twigs and branches were unnerving. It was a matter of waiting for the one to say it first. "Pa," Hakim finally whispered, "I think we should go. I get a feeling that we are being watched."