Michael began his hike in the early morning and by afternoon had progressed several miles into an area he had never been before.
After lunch, Michael happened upon the traces of an old road and followed it for a couple of miles. The road suddenly ended in a pile of large rocks and a large No Trespassing sign.
Michael considered turning back, but he was curious about what lay beyond the rocks.
On the other side of the boulders, was a forest of Alder and Douglas Fir. Michael noticed the faint traces of a road once more and followed it.
Another mile on the road and Michael found the car. The vehicle was old. A Dodge from the 1940s or 50s Michael guessed. The driver's side door was open and Michael looked inside. Mold and other debris covered the instrument panel and the upholstery was destroyed by years of being exposed to the elements.
Apparently, the car had been driven to its present location decades before when there was a serviceable road, but why leave it in the woods?
Michael began walking in the direction the driver's door was pointed. About a hundred feet into the trees he discovered the couple.
All that remained of two people were a couple of skeletons and the scattered remains of clothing and a blanket. Michael surmised that someone or something had killed the couple while they were in the act of making love.
Whatever happened here would have to be reported to the authorities. Michael turned away from the couple and headed back to the trail.
Suddenly a large man with a rifle blocked his path. The man shook his head. "I wish you hadn't found this" the man said. Michael pointed to the skeleton couple. "Who were they?" "One was my Mother. The other was her boyfriend." the man answered.
"What happened to them?" Michael asked . "My Father suspected something and so he followed my Mother one day when she was supposed to be visiting a relative.In a fit of rage, he killed them both."
"My Father always regretted what he had done and he made me promise to keep this sad tableau as it was."
"What about me?" Michael asked the man.
"You should not have ignored the sign." He replied
After lunch, Michael happened upon the traces of an old road and followed it for a couple of miles. The road suddenly ended in a pile of large rocks and a large No Trespassing sign.
Michael considered turning back, but he was curious about what lay beyond the rocks.
On the other side of the boulders, was a forest of Alder and Douglas Fir. Michael noticed the faint traces of a road once more and followed it.
Another mile on the road and Michael found the car. The vehicle was old. A Dodge from the 1940s or 50s Michael guessed. The driver's side door was open and Michael looked inside. Mold and other debris covered the instrument panel and the upholstery was destroyed by years of being exposed to the elements.
Apparently, the car had been driven to its present location decades before when there was a serviceable road, but why leave it in the woods?
Michael began walking in the direction the driver's door was pointed. About a hundred feet into the trees he discovered the couple.
All that remained of two people were a couple of skeletons and the scattered remains of clothing and a blanket. Michael surmised that someone or something had killed the couple while they were in the act of making love.
Whatever happened here would have to be reported to the authorities. Michael turned away from the couple and headed back to the trail.
Suddenly a large man with a rifle blocked his path. The man shook his head. "I wish you hadn't found this" the man said. Michael pointed to the skeleton couple. "Who were they?" "One was my Mother. The other was her boyfriend." the man answered.
"What happened to them?" Michael asked . "My Father suspected something and so he followed my Mother one day when she was supposed to be visiting a relative.In a fit of rage, he killed them both."
"My Father always regretted what he had done and he made me promise to keep this sad tableau as it was."
"What about me?" Michael asked the man.
"You should not have ignored the sign." He replied
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