One Halloween, many moons ago, the sun hung low in the evening sky, casting long shadows over the pristine fairways of the Pineview Golf Course. A crisp breeze rustled the leaves, carrying with it a sense of unease that seemed to settle like a dark cloud over the peaceful greens. Among the golfers that day, four men in particular had caught the ire of their fellow players with their slow pace and disregard for the rules of the game.

The four friends, John, Mike, Dave, and Steve, were notorious for their raucous behavior and their blatant disrespect for the etiquette of golf. They had been causing chaos on the course all afternoon, loudly joking, drinking, and generally making a mockery of the game. As the sun began its descent, the simmering frustrations of the other golfers reached a boiling point.

The group of players stuck behind John and his unruly gang had reached their limit. Patience had worn thin, and whispers of discontent rippled through the group like a dark omen. The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear that something had to be done.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the golf course into a dim twilight, the golfers stuck behind the disruptive four decided to take matters into their own hands. They began to plan a sinister retribution, one that would teach John and his gang a lesson they would never forget.

The group bided their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. They knew that darkness would be their ally. As John and his friends approached the 15th hole, they were completely oblivious to the brewing storm of revenge. Their raucous laughter echoed through the evening, cutting through the serene stillness of the course.

It was then that the avengers made their move. In the shadows, they donned masks, their faces twisted into grotesque grins. Armed with golf clubs, they approached the unruly group with an eerie calm. John and his friends were about to learn the brutal consequences of their disrespect.

As the slow-playing golfers reached the tee, the avengers descended upon them, swinging their clubs with a sinister grace. Bones snapped, blood sprayed, and screams filled the night. The golf course, once a symbol of tranquility, was now a blood-soaked battleground.

In the midst of the chaos, John, Mike, Dave, and Steve, now battered and broken, realized the horrifying consequences of their actions. They begged for mercy, but the avengers were relentless. It was a brutal, violent, and terrifying reckoning that left no room for forgiveness.

By the time dawn broke, the avengers had vanished, leaving behind a gruesome scene of destruction. The slow-playing golfers, once the scourge of the course, were now nothing but lifeless corpses scattered across the fairways. The message was clear: disrespect the sanctity of the game, and the golf course itself would rise up to exact a brutal and terrifying revenge.

The Pineview Golf Course would forever be haunted by the memory of that night. The legends of the vengeful spirits of slow-playing golfers would chill the bones of anyone who dared to step onto those cursed fairways. And the horrifying tale of what happened to John and his gang would serve as a grim reminder to all golfers to show respect for the game, or face the wrath of the unforgiving golf course itself.

Happy Halloween BOO

Yours truly

Socially Out of Bounds (SOB)