Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest. He was determined to find the answer to what had plagued them all every night this summer. The strange sounds and lights frightened his children; the howling of the dogs concerned his wife. And he just did not like the weirdness of it all.
“Don’t go Tim! No one knows what is in there.”
“We need to find out the cause. Honestly, I don’t think it’s aliens.”
“At least go with a group. That way you won’t be facing whatever it is alone.”
The group of men met on a bright sun-filled day. Tim led the group to discovering the man-made eeriness in the forest.
TheA&B Building was made entirely from driftwood, a testament to the company’s commitment to using natural materials instead of those made in factories. The building housed an enterprise that had been run by the same family for generations. Inside these walls they had researched ways to use natural resources while protecting the earth. Noticing the slow destruction of their planet, the current generation had determined that they needed to be more aggressive in the protection of their world. As the sun set, the family members gathered as they would at a family dinner. The matriach lead the meeting, assisted by her great-grandchild who had a doctorate in environmental biology. Not only biologists, though, were waiting to assist in the plan. Among the crowd were bankers, engineers and political scientists to mention a few. The plan would begin, though, with the well-renowned journalist.
As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre. The deep blue sky reminded her of the day they had spent in Paris, laughing like young children without a care in the world. He had given her a glimpse into a life without responsibility and stress. Looking now over the dusty land stretched before her, those moments with him seemed like a lifetime ago. Now she had to focus on keeping the livlihood of her family. It was not a time to be frivolous – especially when the bank threatened foreclosure and Dan seemed no closer to healing. Shaking off the memory of the man who had shown her another side of living, she rode hard to corral the steer that had run off course.
The cemetery spread along the area known as Devils Abode. It was on a prime piece of land, the slope of the hill awarding magnificent views. Developers were keen to buy the property, raze the cemetery, and build high end homes. Eventually money bought them their wish even though the locals fought long and hard against it. Much to the chagrin of the city-based land developing company, the site appeared cursed: workers were seriously injured, equipment malfuntioned, material went missing. In spite of the delays, the dream homes were built and stood in their glory on the side of the hill. But selling the homes proved to be difficult as stories of ghost apparitions circulated; and the homes that were sold were soon emptied by the unhappy spirits. They had not liked their resting place disturbed.
Would you live in a house built on a razed cemetery?
The family had no idea that little Luigi would grow up to be a hunted man. Like the rest of them, he had grown up in a loving environment. Being the youngest, he had had attention lavished upon him; his every whim attended to. Maybe that had been the problem. Unknowingly the family had encouraged his belief that he deserved all he desired. And he had come to desire a life of luxury and ease. When asked, Luigi had claimed his wealth came from a well-paying job and wise investments. However, the reports in the newspapers hinted at a life of thievery and the ability to slip through the fingers of the law. The old ones shook their heads and mumbled prayers for him. The younger ones admired his audacity. And each one wondered when they would see him again as he would surely come home to the comfort of his family.