[ WP ] You 're walking through the forest when you find a basketball sized hole that seemingly has no bottom . You put your ear in the hole to listen and you hear what sounds like a million people screaming .

Bill was walking through the forest on another drunken journey home from his favorite bar, the Tokel Tavern. The small wooded area was a short cut for him, cutting his walk by more than 20 minutes. As Bill leisurley stumbled along the path he had taken hundreds of times before, he began to hear a faint noise. 
 
 `` Fuck. Werewolves.'' he thought. Bill knew something lived in this forest, although he could n't prove it. On a walk home last year he had noticed some broken branches by some torn clothes. He low crawled the rest of the way to be sure to be out of sight from the lycanthrope. This time, he crouched. Bill slowly moved, careful not to break branches under his feet as walked. His senses on high alert. If he came across the wretched beast, he knew surely he would be in for a fight. As he moved on, the noise got louder. 
 
 `` I am going to have to sneak up on him. If I can get him in a rear naked choke, it should be a quick fight.'' 
 
 Bill used his liquid courage and fighting skills he had learned from watching UFC reruns in the bar to prepare for confrontation. He moved towards the noise, increasing his pace as the noise got louder. He began to feel as though he was standing right on top of it when his foot was caught in a hole. 
 
 `` Werewolf trap!'' he screamed. He fell to the ground and began swinging wildly, refusing to open his eye. When he did, he realized he was not under attack. He sat upright and pulled his leg out of the hole and looked into it. It was too dark to see. All he could hear was screaming. 
 
 `` Are you OK down there?'' he said. `` Did the werewolf get you?'' 
 
 His questions fell on deaf ears. No one answered. The screaming and moans just continued. He grabbed his cell phone and turned the flashlight on, pointing it to the hole. He yelled and dropped his phone at the sight of around 30 homeless men sexually pleasuring eachother. The falling light got the attention of the men. Some scattered like roaches. 
 
 `` What are you doing down there?!'' Bill asked. 
 
 `` We meet up on Saturdays, party down here. Have been for the last year or so. We used to just do it in the woods, but people come walking through sometimes.'' a man told him. Spray paint around his mouth. `` We go through that sewer grate over there right off 6th street. Plenty of room if you want to join.'' 
 
 `` A year ago I saw some broken branches and torn clothes on the trail. I thought it was a werewolf.'' 
 
 `` Haha, no werewolves. We got a couple bears down here though if you know what I mean.'' 
 
 Bill did know he meant. 
 
 `` Can you just toss my phone back up to me?'' 
 
 The man grabbed Bill's phone and tossed it up through the hole. Bill caught it and turned the flashlight off. He bid adieu to the gentlemen in the hole and began his walk again. The noises started back up, and Bill walked faster. Laughing to himself as he went on. `` No werewolves, but we got a bear down here.'' he said outloud and laughed to himself.
