Our Depth Perception

Today Chris and I went to see the North Baltimore quarry. I had heard that it had been filling up and wanted to see it. From the time I was little I remember driving past it for what ever reason and trying to see over the side. I only remember one occasion that I actually looked into the entire thing. I remember for the most part it was completely dried out, but it looked like there were giant puddles throughout the entire thing. (Chris informed me today that those were not little puddles, but 20 ft deep holes of water.) My mom had been correct. She said that the factory next to it had stopped taking the water from it and had tapped into city water. The quarry was pretty much full. It looked nothing like what I remembered it and because I had only really seen it once I couldn't really remember what it had looked like before. The giant trees that had grown in the bottom were covered with water and only the tops were visible. They looked like little shrubs. I can't explain why I never really went there. I think it was a combination of several things. I always wanted to walk inside of it, but I had the voice of my mother in the back of my mind, reminding me that it was illegal. On top of that there had always been rumors of people practicing witch craft inside of it. I always believed it because even when we would drive by I would get this unshakable creepy feeling inside. Chris told me today that it was true. He remembered going down there several times and by this old shack in the bottom there was this giant pentagram made out of rocks. He said that there was a burnt out fire in the middle and an altar. Inside of the shack were home made brooms. It was so weird going there and seeing the entire thing full of water. It made me want to be a scuba diver just so I could dive underwater and check it all out again. I felt weird though. Even though everything was underwater I still had that creepy feeling. Not like the feeling like someone is watching you or something, but the feeling like something is evil. Just like this pressing pressure or something, I can't describe it. I wonder if anyone has pictures of it when it was empty. I wish that I would have take some. It is weird that you don't think of that kind of stuff until it is too late.