The Tradition of the Creepy Shack.

It seems to me that there is a direct correlation between the tradition of the Creepy Shack and the attraction of an eternal companion. I will attempt to explain:

Long, long ago during my freshman year of college I would make frequent trips to Provo canyon to find things to do with my friends. One day, my friends and I (including Mark, who at the time was just a friend) found a frightening, abandoned shack along side a curvey, narrow road in the canyon. The front door of the shack swung open and closed with the passing wind and we were frightened. It seemed that there was no other option than to egg it.

At the time we were young souls who fed off of the mercy of our parents on a food plan called Dining Plus. Of course we never used our allotted amount of money each day, so we often purchased unnecessary items with the extra dough we had on hand (perhaps one day I will tell the story of when Adrien and I threw soda cans out of our window from the 5th floor of DT). With that extra dough we bought eggs from the BYU Creamery, and lots of them.

It was that night, as we discovered the frightening beast, when the tradition of the Creepy Shack was born. We purchased 10-15 cartons of eggs, brought them back up to the canyon and egged the shack with all of our might. Such an experience only brought us all closer. We were now a part of a secret group of friends who had a secret ritual to verify their friendship. Perhaps there would be no wedding in August for Mark & Lindsay without the binding ritual of the creepy shack.

Even when our friends went on missions it was crucial to us that we, Adrien and I, continue the tradition and the livelihood of the Creepy Shack. We took our new friends, with many cartons of eggs, to the Creepy Shack to initiate them into becoming good friends. Although this was bothersome to Mark, who was bitter that he could not participate due to his mission in Brazil, it was a good way to achieve closeness with our new friends (and it may have been the selling point that eventually made Eric fall in love and marry Adrien).

As you can see, this tradition of egging the Creepy Shack has become more than just a way to pass the time on a weekend. It was a way for friends to bond and for lovers to meet. I have been greatful to the Creepy Shack and it's frightening nature for permitting such abuse and being available for so many years.

Unfortunately, this past weekend we learned that the Creepy Shack might have had enough abuse. After over a year of neglecting the Creepy Shack in the canyon, Adrien, Eric, Mark and I went up, each with our own carton of eggs, to egg our shack that made our relationships what they are today. On our way up the canyon the excitement built. Adrien had an egg grasped in hand, ready to attack at any moment. Our excitement was dulled when we were faced with certainly was the biggest disappointment of the year. The road that led to the Creepy Shack was closed. Perhaps this was a sign that the shack might have had enough of the abuse, or maybe it was neglected so long that it didn't want to be bothered.

Don't worry, we found other things to egg. The Creepy Sign, the Creepy Trash Can, the Creepy Pavillion, and so on. We may have given up that night (although Eric was all for a hike up in the deep snow), but we will not give up forever. Come spring, with the melting of the snow, we will return to the Creepy Shack and we will egg the daylight out of it.

The end.