6 guys including me chipped in for a party van. It's an old 1987 dodge ram van, bright yellow, and runs like a champ. We named the van 'Judy' and its spray painted beautifully on the side Here's a picture for anyone who would like to see it! A good friend of mine who we shall name Doug and another friend of mine who we shall name Susie went on a bit of cruise. Paranoid as fuck already because we decided to go out into the boonies and to this sand pit where I occasionally go dirt biking. It was a few minutes out of town and it was pretty dark out. So us 3 in the middle of nowhere hot boxing this van. We smoke a couple joints of this really dank tree and it fucked us right up. We all heard what we thought was an engine and started freaking the fuck out. Susie noticed it first and Doug made it worse by throwing out a bunch of possible scenarios at like 70 words a second. We thought someone was coming to get us or kick us out of the sand pit. At the entrance of the pit there was a decent sized mud puddle and what we heard was an engine revving. We thought they got stuck in the mud so we all peaced the fuck out and ran into a field high like non other. Running up a 50 foot sand hill high is harder than it sounds. Funny as fuck though, at least we had some good laughs running around . We were climbing hills and shit looking for people around us. After about an hour in the bushes and sand hills and complete darkness we didn't discover anything so we went back to the van. At this time we were starting to sober up and realize it was the fucking wind howling through the van and it sounded like a engine. I'm sure you guys have a lot better paranoia stories then mine and I want to hear them! Given the darkness and environment me and my friends were around, it was scary as fuck and I am never going to that sandpit in complete darkness to hot box our van again. Stay high you goddam stoner.